Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alone with the TV, artist - The Mitchell Brothers. Album song Alone With The TV, in the genre Танцевальная музыка
Date of issue: 19.02.2006
Record label: The Beats, Warner Music UK
Song language: English
Alone with the TV |
She could have waited till I got home |
Now she’s on the train while I’m on my own |
First thing this morning, you ironed my shirt for me |
Lunch break, we were fighting on the phone |
This evening brought back DVDs but I’m alone with the TV |
First thing this morning, your head was on my chest |
I had to be up early so I left you in the bed |
You looked so enticing curled under the duvet |
But I couldn’t jump back in 'cause I didn’t wanna be late |
You laid there so calmly as I quickly got dressed |
And my Armani cardie and shirt they were neatly pressed |
I wanted to say bye but I didn’t wanna wake you up |
So I thought I’d give you a call on my lunch break or something |
At lunch break, I rung you on the house phone |
But you never answered |
So I hung up and rung back on the voda |
We were chattin' so kosher |
But then you started to moan, love |
About how I never give you no time |
When I’m out on the roads 'nuff |
I couldn’t take all this long talk |
So I told you please ease off |
I had to press the red button with my thumb |
'Cause I was so peed off |
This evening I bought back some Chinese to munch |
And I even went an' got some DVDs to watch |
First thing this morning, you ironed my shirt for me |
At lunch break, you were vibin' on the phone |
This evenin' I bought back DVDs but I’m alone with the TV |
My head in my hands |
Starin' right at my hair brush on the table |
Beside my cuppa tea and toast still untouched |
My fist on the table, eyes fixed on the carpet |
Telephone going off, can’t be arsed to go and answer it |
My head in my hands 'cause I opened up the front door |
To see if there was any post for me on the floor in the porch |
My fists on the table 'cause the letter I just read in black |
Had just said that you had left with my best friend |
My eyes to the ceiling 'cause I thought it was all a joke |
Til I opened up your wardrobe, no hangers, no clothes |
My head in my hands 'cause the photo I’m holding |
Is a photo of you and your fuckin' smile |
First thing this morning, you ironed my shirt for me |
At lunch break, you were vibin' on the phone |
This evenin' I bought back DVDs but I’m alone with the TV |
This evening, I have bought back love actually |
'Cause I thought what we had was actually love |
But I cant see your Gucci scarf or your Zara gloves |
There ain’t no Mac lip gloss or eyeliner or stuff |
On the bathroom sink there’s only one toothbrush |
There’s only one face wash, there’s only one sponge |
On the table by the stove, there’s a note and a biro |
I’m trying to chase you on the voda, love |
Just to ask you why go |
At lunch break I should have listened |
To your whinin' on the phone and not been so impatient |
Or tired of your moanin' |
I should have told you we’ll sort it when |
I get in at 6 and settle our differences by talkin' it out and shit |
First thing this morning, I should have rubbed off Simones |
Paulas and Josephines numbers off my phone |
If I’d done that this morning, you’d be here at home |
If I’d done that this morning, I wouldn’t be alone |
First thing this morning, you ironed my shirt for me |
At lunch break you were vibin' on the phone |
This evenin' I bought back DVDs but I’m alone with the TV |
First thing this morning, you ironed my shirt for me |
At lunch break you were vibin' on the phone |
This evenin' I bought back DVDs but I’m alone with the TV |
She could have waited til I got home |
Now she’s on the train while I’m on my own |