Confirm a Tidy
lyrics by:
Adam Dye
Written
on Feb 13, 2017
What you mean to me is what paper means to a burning fire Highly ranked and you’re going higher There’s no doubt your unbelievable but are you achievable? Without a care in the world You told me how to act and as a matter of fact You had me in the sports hall, Smiling from ear to ear Late night kicked in top slag big grin (Confirm me a tidy) (Confirm me a tidy) There’s no need to be shy She’s just a tidy that came over, caught my eye Heels over head in love So near yet so far 3000 miles Venice beach to Boston spa A love hate relationship at its peak Limited to one conversation a week And as I walk along the street Wonder what other tidy’s I will meet Chorus I’ve confirmed a tidy No she won’t ride with me No she don't trust me She thinks I’m ugly She says the foreplays rusty What does she want from me? Something else apparently! The girl is there too lose Should lay of the fags and booze She’s only a car ride away ‘How about a week on Tuesday?’ She’s busy with all other friends ‘When can I see you?’ ‘Well that depends!’ She stops at red lights and never rushes She gets embarrassed but never blushes She gets blood rushes instead ‘Darling it’s all inside your head!’ As I scout another tidy 2 or 3 of them stood there beside me Chorus I’ve confirmed a tidy No she won’t ride with me No she don't trust me She thinks I’m ugly She says the foreplays rusty What does she want from me? Something else quite possibly Here came the armed robbery, Knife edge lost for words Found the words, They speak themselves I try to call you but you’re not there Answer machine 911 Yellow pages loaded gun ‘Just having abitta fun’ I’m at the door you’ve changed the locks ‘Too many tidy’s and there rocks’ ‘Let’s talk about this in bed’ ‘I don’t care who you are you’ve gone one tidy too far’ Chorus I’ve confirmed a tidy No she won’t ride with me No she don't trust me She thinks I’m ugly She says the foreplays rusty What does she want from me? Something else quite possibly The butcher the baker the candlestick maker She’s asleep now and nothing will wake her Shouldered the door and swept the glass from the floor If you don’t take my dreams seriously I’ll leave you quickly You stifled me You took your problems too me You took your rifle too me Got some money for old rope, but that can give us hope Your lifetime ambitions are a million miles away And you’ll just rot away Confirmed her as a tidy She’s tidy now Her name is her name be Coz it’s easy for you to see Chorus I’ve confirmed a tidy No she won’t ride with me No she don't trust me She thinks I’m ugly She says the foreplays rusty What does she want from me? Something else quite possibly
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Chris Cleverly commented:
Nice to see some lyrics that have format, makes it a whole lot easier to lay music behind. Good work
