The 1975 - 102 lyrics

(performed by Matt Healy) Well we’re here We’re at the common again Smoked 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 arguing 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 bad as what You’ve been told And when I knock At one hundred and two And I see your pyjamas I can’t stop smiling at you And that’s why when We’re at the common again I’ve been pouring my heart out Towards your optimistic grin Said well I, I I like the cut of your jib I like the way that your face looks When you’re yapping on about him But on this shirt I found your smell And I just sat there for ages Contemplating what to do with myself Called you up At one hundred and two We just sat there for ages Talking about that boy What was getting onto you You