Cruel Brunette - The Strypes

Shoes at the door and a colour coded kitchen

Evidently very house proud

With a hiccup and a wink

And your dish in the sink

You’ve declared that dinner is over

Now we’re left with the decision

Is it us we both envision

We’ll decide when we get upstairs

As mush as it’s a sure thing

I still feel there’s a chance

We could end up just doing dares

And so,

Armed with a conviction

That betrays me in a second

I lie with an excuse

I can’t believe I’ll get away with

That I don’t like driving in the dark

It’s hard to tell between the sky and the bark

But the offer of a taxi

Leaves it all in burning tatters

My belt was on the floor already

But again that hardly matters

As nice as it was of her to offer to pay

The real payoff would only come if I stay

Sad songs and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes

Are useless to me now

Sad sonf and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes

Are useless to me now

Hope flutters on underneath closed doors

This spiralling romance a real tour de force

I screamed weak whimper of stuttering protests

Callously turned away, sudden lack of interest

Swinging the light I’m begging for confession

A tight lipped jab about a lady’s own discretion

Sad songs and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes

Are useless to me now

Sad sonf and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes

Are useless to me now

After what seemed like a cliché

I feel robbed of a morning

No akward searching for toothpaste

Or a housemate scorning

Why do women act like they’re doing men a favour

It’s not like they can live without relationships either

Sad songs and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes

Are useless to me now

Sad sonf and waltzes and yesterday’s clothes

Are useless to me now

I live in a huff of supremme court disgrace

Sitting on the front step doing up my face,

In the crush to get in I tore them off rather quickly

Ridding them completely of their plastic nobility.

In a moment I’ll not call madness just yet

I engraved on her letterbox cruel brunette