Even Stevens Songtext
von The Lucksmiths

I won′t lie
I don't like you whispering that way
It′s your turn
It's your turn of phrase that gives you away

The games we play
One to you in the afternoon
And one to me in the evening
Seven years of Scrabble
And we're even Stevens


Come on
Your complaining is getting on my nerves
At least
At last you′re completely lost for words
Did you forget what you deserve?

One to you in the afternoon
And one to me in the evening
Seven years of Scrabble
And we′re even Stevens

I know it's a consequence of
Clinging to consonants but
P-L-L and Q-F-C spells
Trouble to me

Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on