Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cruel Brunette , by - The Strypes. Release date: 23.07.2015
Song language: English
Cruel Brunette |
| 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 |