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Late night whispers where it all begins When you don't know truly those that are your friends From the backstreet tales of mass violence To the twisted scripts of a fake romance From the stolen cars to the dodgy deals To the half a' pound a week he steals To the Austin martin in his drive To the false Thai beauty to be his bride And it's all.... And it's all... And it's all... Barstool beauty, barstool beauty, no more Foreign exchanges set out on the table To a secret brothel to be set in Avon From a broken pension to a broken heart Property investment is the place to start From the back hand hundreds placed under the table To a bag of powder with a white set label To the dodgy cads that are in the sales To an English veteran with wartime tales And it's all.... And it's all... And it's all... Letras de cancionesBarstool beauty, barstool beauty, no more Times of scrapping away, in bar fights To the pissed up memories of the lock in nights To wake up for it to be a memory To the harsh reply that it's a drunken story... From Letras Mania