Besedila:
The Cribs

With my cards on the table She could see the light My efforts went wasted due to falling night And I know By the end of the evening I was in no doubt

This is me talking about you I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no I, I, I, I can't find time for her, oh no And I, I, I, I can't find time for her

In the radius of a thousand miles I find it strange no one makes me smile Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You should understand You still have to try When we're all

You aren't allowed to say that you're better You aren't allowed to say that 'cause you're the hipster type You've got a lot to say but don't mention The

Did they think I'd have to choose Did they think I'd wear brown shoes Did they think that I'd ever have to read about this in the news You gonna have

Have you noticed I've never been impressed By your friends from New York and London? I'll level accusations like the press Til you realize that you've

In the radius of a thousand miles I find it strange no one makes me smile Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You should understand You still have to try When we're all

Cut off your nose to spite your friends Breathing holes that will never end and Speak all you want or just pretend 'Cos you think she is a different

Give him what he needs Let him see what he sees Let me feel how he feels Leave him out to sea It's alright by me Let him stay in bed Until he is fed up