Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ladykillers, artist - Lush. Album song Ciao! Best Of, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 18.03.2001
Record label: 4AD
Song language: English
Ladykillers |
Here we go, I’m hanging out in Camden |
Drinking with my girlfriends on a Saturday night |
This guy says, «Come and meet my girlfriend» |
She’s sitting in the corner, looking rather uptight |
So I say, «Hello,"and I try to be nice |
But I see he’s feeling itchy |
Trying to play us off each other |
«Girls, girls, please don’t fight» |
(You get the picture) |
Hey you, the muscles and the long hair |
Telling me that women are superior to men |
Most guys just don’t appreciate this |
You just try convincing me you’re better than them |
So he talks for hours 'bout his sensitive soul |
And his favourite subject is sex |
I don’t even think he really wanted it |
But, Christ, this guy’s too much |
(I wanna tell him) |
I’m as human as the next girl |
I like a bit of flattery |
But I don’t need your practised 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, I’ve heard it all before |
(Here comes the next one) |
Blondie was with me for a summer |
He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn’t bite |
I’m weak and he was so persistent |
He only had to have me '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 you’re such a ladykiller |
But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light |
When he’s nice to me, he’s just nice to himself |
And he’s watching his reflection |
I’m a five foot mirror for adoring himself |
Here’s seven years' bad luck |
(I wanna tell him) |
When you say you love me |
You’re just flattering your vanity |
But I don’t need your practised 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, I’ve heard it all before |
Ooh, you’re such a ladykiller |
Always on a winner, thinking that you’re in there |
Oh boy, you’re such a ladykiller |
Super sexy mister, call it what you will, oh |
You think you’re such a ladykiller |
I just bet you’re still there, posing in the mirror |
Hey girls, he’s such a ladykiller |
But we know where he’s coming from and we know the score |