Matthew Healy - 102 lyrics

Well we're here We're at the common again Smoke six of the ten f*gs that I only bought an hour ago Said well I I like the look of your shoes I like the way that your face looks when I'm arguin' with you And so when When we all grow old I hope this song will remind you that I'm not Half as bad as what You've been told When I knock At a hundred and two And I see your pajamas I can't stop smiling at you And that's why we're here We're at the common again I been pouring my heart out Towards your optimistic grin I said well I, I, I Like the cut of your jib And I like the way that your face looks When you're yappin' on about him I put on this shirt And I found your smell And I just sat there for ages Contemplating what to do With myself And I called you up At a hundred and two We just sat there for ages Talkin' bout that boy what Was gettin' on to you You, you, you