Текст песни Little Bubble

Friday night and you're on the phone To everyone you've ever known Nothing grand to celebrate With all the people that you hate Half an hour spent in the bath Dry your hair in the aftermath Rubber johnny and a stanley knife Either way the nights are right And I can never tell If your heaven is my hell And I can't understand Whether you enjoy your callous plan Your little bubble follows me everywhere Inside your bubble where you just don't care You throw yourself about everywhere Your little bubble Friday night and you're on the phone To everyone you've ever known Nothing grand to celebrate With all the people that you hate And I can never tell If your heaven is my hell And I can't understand Whether you enjoy your callous plan Your little bubble follows me everywhere Inside your bubble where you just don't care You throw yourself about everywhere Your little bubble Your little bubble follows me everywhere Inside your bubble where you just don't care You throw yourself about everywhere Your little bubble Your little bubble follows me everywhere Inside your bubble where you just don't care You throw yourself about everywhere Your little bubble