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Put on the TV
Flick through the stations
In the truth or a miss interpretaion
He doesn't care
all he cares about he's going out tonight
He tucks his shirt in and does his hair nice
He's got to run to catch the bus and pays full price,
ten minutes late so he takes a deep breath
and then goes inside
Now he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over
He hasn't had a shave so he looks a little older
and he knows that if the truth be told he's got no chance
Yeh he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over
he changes on to doubles so he does't feel as sober,
all the drink oh it's making him think he's got more than a chance
So he stumbles down the hallway his bodys tired
but in his mind hes wide awake
He's not thinking about the foreplay
He's just a little boy who didn't realise
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
All he wanted was affection
It was so rude of her to blatanty reject him in that way
Just a little miss understanding
and now it's all to late the fists fly in with a fury of rage
So he spills out to the garden,
the windows steam up with them
try to see the action from inside
Oh but please dont wake the neighbours
He's just a little lad who didn't realise
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
No you dont undertand you dont realise he says
You dont look with your hands
you look with you eyes
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you look with you eyes
You dont look with your hands
No you dont undertand you dont realise he says
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
He's just a little lad who didn't realise
Oh but please dont wake the neighbours
try to see the action from inside
the windows steam up with them
So he spills out to the garden,
and now it's all to late the fists fly in with a fury of rage
Just a little miss understanding
It was so rude of her to blatanty reject him in that way
All he wanted was affection
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
you look with your eyes she says
You dont look with your hands
He's just a little boy who didn't realise
He's not thinking about the foreplay
but in his mind hes wide awake
So he stumbles down the hallway his bodys tired
all the drink oh it's making him think he's got more than a chance
he changes on to doubles so he does't feel as sober,
Yeh he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over
and he knows that if the truth be told he's got no chance
He hasn't had a shave so he looks a little older
Now he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over
and then goes inside
ten minutes late so he takes a deep breath
He's got to run to catch the bus and pays full price,
He tucks his shirt in and does his hair nice
all he cares about he's going out tonight
He doesn't care
In the truth or a miss interpretaion
Flick through the stations
Put on the TV
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