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Lush - Ladykillers lyrics
Here we go. Im hanging out in Camden. Drinking with my girlfriend on a Saturday night. This guy says Come and meet my girlfriend. Shes sitting in a corner looking rather uptight. So I say hello, and I try to be nice. But I see hes feeling itchy. Trying to play us off each other Girls, Girls, Please dont fight. (You get the picture). Hey you, with muscles and the long hair. Telling me that women are superior to men. Most guys just dont appreciate this. You just try convincing me youre better than them. So he talks for hours bout his sensitive soul. And his favorite subject is sex. I dont even think he really wanted it, But Christ, this guys too much. (I want to tell him...) Im as human as the next girl. I like a bit of flattery. But I dont need your practiced lines. Your school of charm mentality. So... Save your breath for someone else, and Credit me with something more. When it comes to men like you, I know the score, Ive heard it all before. (Here comes the next one) Blondie was with me for a summer. He flirted like a maniac, but I wouldnt bite. Im weak, and he was so persistent. He only had to have cause I put up a fight. Oh, God. The boy had such an ego. He liked to talk about himself all day and all night. You think youre such a ladykiller. But you were nothing special, till you turned out the light. When hes nice to me, hes just nice to himself, And hes watching his reflection. Im a five-foot morror for adoring himself. Heres seven years bad luck. (I want to tell him...) When you say you love me, Youre just flattering your vanity. But I dont need your practiced lines. Your school of charm mentality. So... Save your breath for someone else, and Credit me with something more. When it comes to men like you, I know the score, Ive heard it all before Ooh. Youre such a Ladykiller. Always on a winner, thinking that youre in there. Oh, boy. Youre such a Ladykiller. Super-sexy mister, call it what you will, oh. You think youre such a Ladykiller. Ill just bet youre still there, posing in the mirror. Hey, Girls. Hes such a Ladykiller. But we know where hes coming from, and we know the score. |
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