Besedila: The Fratellis. A Heady Tale.

Pull me up a chair and keep your money
There's not guarantees, won't you please forgive me
But you know cold-blooded women make me sneeze
And I'll kick you out the door, if for just one minute you lie
And they'll come crashing through the wall
And leaving your crawling till the minute you die

Pour yourself a drink or three and maybe we'll think clearer for a while
You may be an embarrassment
But I love the way your clothes were never in style
Livings much too easy and dying will be some kind of bore
Well you swear that you're original
But I know I've seen those jealous eyes before

So steal the watch off my wrist
Shake me by the hand we can disappear for days
And they wouldn't understand
Gypsy blood will get you far and will not miss you when you go

Tear another hole in my brown shoes and we can all sleep for a while
Well I told you once before I love your braces and hesitant smile
But please don't get me wrong
It's only right that you can stamp on my heart
Well I've seen you and your friends some places
And you know I just can't tell you apart

And though they'll hunt you like a dog
Well they won't take you alive
Because you make them piles of money
Stacked up 20 storeys high
And the boys in every bar
They will not miss you when you go

So steal the watch off my wrist
Shake me by the hand we can disappear for days
And they wouldn't understand
Gypsy blood will get you far
Though it's far away from me
Look me up when you get home
And maybe then we'll see

And though they'll hunt you like a dog
Well they won't take you alive
Because you make them piles of money
Stacked up 20 storeys high
And the boys in every bar
Will not miss you when you gone
You can tell a heady tale and we both can scream along
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