17 taby ukulele według Milburn

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     Put on the TV, flick through the stations
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     Is it the truth or a misinterpretaion?
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     He doesn't care all he cares about is going out tonight
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     He tucks his shirt in, and does his hair nice
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     He's got to run to catch the bus and pays full price
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     Ten minutes late so he takes a deep breath and then goes inside

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Now he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over
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He hasn't had a shave so he looks a little older
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     And he knows that if the truth be told he's got no chance
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Yeah he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over he changes onto doubles so he does't
as sober
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     All the drink oh it's making him think he's got more than a chance

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     So he stumbles down the hallway
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     His body's tired but in his mind hes wide awake
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     He's not thinking about the foreplay
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He's just a little boy who didn't realise
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You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says
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          You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says
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          You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says
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          You don't look with your hand you look with your eyes

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     All he wanted was affection
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     It was so rude of her to blatanty reject him in that way
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     Just a little misunderstanding
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And now it's all too late
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The fists fly in with a fury of rage

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     So he spills out to the garden
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     The windows steam up with them try to see the action from inside
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     Oh but please dont wake the neighbours
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He's just a little lad who didn't realise
          Em
You dont look with your hands you look with your eyes he says
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          You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says
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          You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says
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          No you dont undertand you dont realise she says
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          You dont look with your hands you look with you eyes