Lyrics 17 - Milburn

17

Put on the TV
Flick through the stations
In the truth or a miss interpretaion
He doesn’t care all he cares about he’s going out tonight
He tucks his shirt in and does his hair nice
He’s got to run to catch the bus and pays full price, ten minutes late so he
takes a deep breath and then goes inside
Now he’s sitting on the sofa wanting to go over
He hasn’t had a shave so he looks a little older and he knows that if the truth
be told he’s got no chance
Yeh he’s sitting on the sofa wanting to go over he changes on to doubles so he
does’t feel as sober, all the drink oh it’s making him think he’s got more than
a chance
So he stumbles down the hallway his bodys tired but in his mind hes wide awake
He’s not thinking about the foreplay
He’s just a little boy who didn’t realise
You dont look with your hands you look with your eyes she says x 5
All he wanted was affection
It was so rude of her to blatanty reject him in that way
Just a little miss understanding and now it’s all to late the fists fly in with
a fury of rage
So he spills out to the garden, the windows steam up with them try to see the
action from inside
Oh but please dont wake the neighbours
He’s just a little lad who didn’t realise
You dont look with your hands you look with your eyes he says x 3
No you dont undertand you dont realise he says
You dont look with your hands you look with you eyes