LYRICS FOR "Plans"
Brush your hair to some Eurodisco trash
Two prophylactics and forty-five dollars cash
Corduroy jacket and some fifty buck shoes
That can lead like a lamp when they're a scrubbing up new
Sunday best on a Friday night
I'll meet you at the corner beneath the Goodyear foot sign
Where all dates are made by mobile
I'll send you a smoke signal just be there by nine
This smoke
To show mum and dad your new tattoo
So they're my plans
There's a streetlight for each night your heart hit the deck
This drink says I love you
Kiss me
The drinks taste crap but they keep coming till five
Numbers on the wall
The phone stinks of chips
C'mon we'll drink the last of the rent
And I'll leave my number right down on the strap of your dress
And it's late and she's Sue
'Cos I read it on the back of her boyfriends neck
So they're my plans
Yeah
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