Johnny Foreigner - If I'm the Most Famous Boy You've f**ed, Then Honey, Yr in Trouble lyrics

I guess she's got her claws in you. yr shirts all stained with blood. at least those talons held you up and over so you understood; it never was the clubs you chose, the lines they let you cut. let the gossip kids go f** themselves it's all they'll ever get I guess its going to be a wasteland now yr gone. I want to be sat in parks with girls in sungla**es and co*ktails. I want the casual confidence grown through knowing yr own streets so close yr eyes, this is Berlin. this is NYC. I get burnt out on the bright lights and tonight is all we have but this... this is yr summer. I want to get so displaced I don't notice that the scenery's shifting. let the dusk cast shadows and shadows cast spells in yr own streets so close yr eyes burnt out on the bright lights. this is Capetown. this is Tokyo. i get burnt out on the bright lights and tonight is all we have. you know how jealous exes get, you never stood a chance. yr old friends talk about it, they're convinced that it was planned. for all their blushing sentiment, they'll never understand. you take the chance to get out while you can