Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses
With wet white trousers on,
And worlds collide as the evening continues,
the dignity fucks off
Well I never came from no ghetto, but it wasn't nowhere near here
Well spoken girls and stilettos aren't something to fear
Cigarette smoker
I'm sorry but we're all unsure how much you've had
But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore
image: via Flickr
lyric by: Arctic Monkeys
