The Trouble With Sweeney - Fake Moustache lyrics

i said yeah, yeah, yeah ye-ha-eah ooh yeah, yeah yeah shake out your sweater and bandy about the winter's news: no one has got anything that i could steal just 'cause i'm such a bad thief don't mean i don't know when the feeling's real no one has got anything that i could steal i said yeah, yeah, yeah oh i've got a cartload of worry and the rumours they all are true no, no, officer, we don't live here we just come here when the evening's through no one has got anything that i could steal! i said, "yeah, yeah, yeah ye-ha-eah ooh yeah, yeah, yeah" well, there's no decision to make if you're saying we're lovers than we are lovers quite staring at me, you're such a flake we used to be the kind of people who chafed at the word "lovers" and there's no way to know there's no way to know there's no way, there's no way to no-one has got anything that i could steal! i said, "yeah, yeah, yeah ye-ha-eah ooh yeah, yeah, yeah" i said, "ooh la la ooh la la..." no one has got it