Letras:The Rakes. The Light From Your Mac.

Girl, i slip into your bedroom
the light from your mac cuts through the gloom, like moonlight
its so fucking grim out there, lets hibernate
i'm sick of people obsessed with their clothes and hair
never leave london, new york or la
fucking lets hibernate, its cold and it is late
both know i shouldn't stay , i don't care what your flatmates say
but yeah, theyre probably right
don't let me stay tonight, im drunk and you are tired
don't let me stay tonight, i'm hard and you are tight

i can crash out on your sofa, but thats not what i am here for
we could do spoons or more, just don't show me the fucking futon

i can hear it in your breathing, see your eyes move in bliss
as you dream of our future kids, follow away the hazy grey
but yeah, you're probably right, don't let me stay tonight
i'm drunk and you are tight, don't let me stay tonight

yeah you probably had some bad advice, but your flatmates on her prime
and ones got a moustache and she talks a lot of shite
i can feel something is growing and yeah oh to be gone
now the light from your mac is blinking although is this not what i'm here for
but yeah you're probably right, don't let me stay tonight
i'm drunk and you are tired, so let me stay tonight
i don't care what your flatmates say, you got that naughty look in your eyes
i'm hard and you are tight, just let me stay tonight