Malcolm Middleton - F-Word lyrics

Would you stand up for this kind of beauty? Cause this kind of beauty won't stand up for you It won't lift a finger For some lazy dreamer Here it comes the average dirty word Pardon my French But I'm sitting on an park bench Watching yearning cats Milk-fed little brats And they say: Love won't pick The slanted or the slick Or the lovesick And I'm lovesick So I say F-word, f-word Pardon my French But it's bs, bs Can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word Pardon my French But it's bs, bs Summer evening Cats are screaming For love Is summer evening The cats screaming For love So I say F-word, f-word Pardon my French But it's bs, bs Can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word Pardon my French But it's bs, bs Can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word Pardon my French But it's bs, bs Can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word Pardon my French But it's bs, bs Can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word Pardon my French But it's bs, bs Can't you feel the stench? F-word, f-word Pardon my French But it's bs, bs