102 Songtext
von Xander Corbett

Well, we′re here
We're at the common again
Smoked six of the ten 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 arguin' 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
And when I knock
At a hundred and two
And I see your pajamas
I can′t stop smiling at you


And that's why we′re here
We're at the common again
I′ve been pouring my heart out
Towards your optimistic grin

I said well I, I
I like the cut of your jib
I like the way that your face looks
When you're yappin′ on about him

But on this shirt
Well I found your smell
I just sat there for ages
Contemplating what to do with myself
I called you up
At a hundred and two
We just sat there for ages
Talkin' about that boy
Who's been gettin′ on to you