102 · аккорды на гитаре · текст песни

Well we're here, we're at the common again

Smoked 6 of the 10 fags 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 what you've been told

When I knock, at 102

I see your pyjamas and 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

I called you up, at 102

And we just sat there for ages talking about

That boy what was getting onto you