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Yeah, I met this bloke todayHe looked at me in a very strange wayI did nothing, I smiled politelyHe st-st-stuttered over words he was trying to sayAnd he gave me the evil eyeRevealed the fangs behind his smileOh my, a yellow grin never shone so wickedI wondered what is his problem?Is it my stupid hat or my annoying accent?I know that some people feel that wayBut this guy did not even give me chanceI thought nothing of itBut then the same thing happened to me the very next weekendWhat could it be?Yeah, I thought it was going wellBut all these guys have got their eyes on my girlThought it was going swelliThe awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hellI suppose you can never tellTo discover all the dark secrets, well, oh wellI've got news for you, my sonI ain't going anywhereI ain't going anywhereI met this prick todayHe laughed at me silentlyLetras de cancionesIt seems there's quite a lot of these bitter peopleThick as treacle, why don't you get it into your thick skullThe hole in your heart will have to be filled elsewhereIs it even still worth filling?I know that you think that you've had it hardWe've all got problems, fickle problems to deal withThere any problems, problems always have solutions, easyEasy come, easy goSame old songs at a different show is all I knowOr so you thinkYeah, I thought it was going wellBut all these guys have got their eyes on my girlThought it was going swelliThe awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hellI suppose you can never tellTo discover all the dark secrets, well, oh wellI've got news for you, my sonI ain't going anywhereI ain't going anywhereI ain't going anywhereI ain't going anywhereBitter boys, the feeling will dryWaiting for nothing on their ownBuilding up meaningless resentment for something they can't understandMy sympathy for your apathyCrybaby, maybe you will learnWhiskey won't save you nowChasing fairytale, bless your tortured soulBless your tortured soul with muddy puddle waterThought it was going wellBut all these guys have got their eyes on my girlThought it was going swellBut the awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hellI suppose you can never tellTo discover all the dark secrets, well, oh wellI've got news for you, my sonI ain't going anywhereI ain't going anywhereI ain't going anywhereI ain't going anywhereI'm sorry, ladsSorry, ladsI ain't going anywhere From Letras Mania