17 歌词

Put on the TV Flick through the stations In the truth or a miss interpretaion He doesn't care all he cares about he's going out tonight He tucks his shirt in and does his hair nice He's got to run to catch the bus and pays full price , ten minutes late so he takes a deep breath and then goes inside Now he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over He hasn't had a shave so he looks a little older and he knows that if the truth be told he's got no chance Yeh he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over he changes on to doubles so he does't feel as sober, all the drink oh it's making him think he's got more than a chance So he stumbles down the hallway his bodys tired but in his mind hes wide awake He's not thinking about the foreplay He's just a little boy who didn't realise You dont look with your hands you look with your eyes she says x 5 All he wanted was affection It was so rude of her to blatanty reject him in that way Just a little miss understanding and now it's all to late the fists fly in with a fury of rage So he spills out to the garden, the windows steam up with them try to see the action from inside Oh but please dont wake the neighbours He's just a little lad who didn't realise You dont look with your hands you look with your eyes he says x 3 No you dont undertand you dont realise he says You dont look with your hands you look with you eyes