The Streets - What is He Thinking lyrics

[Mike] He's f**ing lying, I know he is It's written all over his face [Hook] I wish I could read what his eyes are saying Staring straight and not blinking He's not giving anything away What is he thinking? (what is he thinking?) I wish I could read what his eyes are saying Staring straight and not blinking He's not giving anything away What is he thinking? (what is he thinking?) [Mike] Can't seem to do anything but, stare My C.P coat is lying just, there Draped over the edge of that dusty, chair All fits into place suddenly, yeah My coat was hanging up under, my stairs But one day it went leaving the cupboard, bare The facts all click in and become, square He stole it while I was un-aware But why's he denying it when it's so, bate? Looking at the telly, won't look over, straight Why's he not flapping and explaining, away? To one very f**ing frustrated, mate Dan's been trusting every word Scott, says He believes in mates' fair, play But Scott's story is too far, outweighed And I'm gonna act before its too, late [Hook] [Wayney G] This must all look a bit, weird It's Mike's C.P. coat sitting, here Draped over the chair so that it, appears To all fit me up suddenly, and clear I'm gonna have to just try and volun-teer An answer 'bout the man who left the bomber, here He must've picked it up from Mike's, dear Girl's house when the weather wasn't, clear The man must've thought it was Simone's coat But didn't think it was Mike's coat, though I can't just deny it cause my face shows Looking at the telly's not aiding, no I can't tell Mike this man didn't, know And innocently borrowed the coat at, Simone's Cause then Mike would demand, to know Why this man was even at, Simone's [Mike] (Wayney G) That frown could mean anything (What the f** am I gonna do now? He knows I'm lying) I wish I could read his mind (It's written all over my face) [Hook] [Mike] What the f**'s he saying she had, the garm? Either he has gone John, Barnes Or he's trying to spin me a con's, yarn He thinks he's the f**ing Don, gar How long have I under-gone his smarm? Shrugging it all off as fun, charm If he don't stop looking at the TV though I'm gonna wrap the cable round his wee, throat Hang on, Scott says Simone had, the coat Where did he see her on the d-low? What is it I don't need, to know? Is he scheming to be near, Simone? In the club I wondered what was on, the go Dan was trying to keep Scott from being, close And Scott teefed my money and he teefed, my coat And he's trying to steal my girlfriend from under my nose [Hook] [Wayney G] Right, I can't be bothered with this no, more I'm gonna have to tell him, I owe him, the score I wish I could tell him about the dough on the drawers That's something I don't know, I swore The coat thing will look dodgy loads, more If I don't throw it down as the crow, soars I'd better put the video, on pause Face up toe-to-toe over, the floor He really needs to know how his jac-ket Miraculously appeared round my gaff, here And the man that left's been shagg-ing Mike's girl behind Mike's back, and ting This sh**'s all got a bit out, of hand There's no options I'm all down, on plans I'm just gonna have to spill it now, man Tell Mike the person that brought the coat round Was.........Dan