Letras:Julian Perretta. Stitch Me Up. 1986.

I tried so hard,
Not to fing the peculiarities in her heart,
There were broken pieces underneath it,
But I tried, to slip ip, trip it to the back of my mind,
Boy ya could do better, but she would never let ya,
Marry me, jesus christ you must be joking, You're juste 23 girl what is that ?
This ain't me,
Sunday morning drinking black tea,
Being well behaved,
And you're just leading the way,

Try it, you would wanna buy it,
Take her out on Sunday you'll be home by Monday,
She be sippin tonic, you be getting on it,
Like you did in 1986 with this,
It's tragic you be straight erotic trought you never said it,
She knows you always thought it
Why's it never the same for me?
As it is for you?

So thinking back again,
Before we were just emotionally tragical,
It was cosy and carefree,
So do not speak,
And listen to what my mind is making,
A bed that's not worth a lay in,
A story that's not worth relaying,

Try it, you would wanna buy it,
Take her out on Sunday you'll be home by Monday,
She be sippin tonic, you be getting on it,
Like you did in 1986 with this,
It's tragic you be straight erotic thought you never said it,
I know,
why's it never the same for me?
Never the same fo me,
As is it for you?

Equality,
It's not a word you feet is familiar, for you
it's just about me and me,
Dignity,
Sailing in your shallow water,
The taps run dry, you're drowning in your gin and tonic,

Try it, you would wanna buy it,
Take her out on Sunday you'll be home by Monday,
She be sippin tonic, you be getting on it,
Like you did in 1986 with this,
It's tragic you be straight erotic trought you never said it,
She knows you always thought it
Cos she's like a mother
Don't you even bother?
Cos you're jure wasting your time,

Why's it never the same for me? X4

(Merci a Emmaa pour cettes paroles)