See You Next Tuesday - The Nextmen, Gentleman's Dub Club, Kiko Bun

So here’s the thinking, I’m happy all the time

I won’t let the storm cloud get in the way of my sunshine, no

Cos our chemistry, ain’t worth another try

Yeah you won’t get my reaction, cos I’m still young

When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you

Don’t you get the picture, do I need to spell it out for you?

When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you

See you next Tuesday my love

Yeah the little boy started to cry, his balloon getting lost in the sky

Try to hold me underwater, rain on my parade but I stay dry

Yeah you that matador, tryna catch my eye

But you won’t get my attention, cos I’m still young

When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you

Don’t you get the picture, do I need to spell it out for you?

When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you

See you next Tuesday my love

When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you

Don’t you get the picture, do I need to spell it out for you?

When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you

See you next Tuesday my love