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Classroom Antics Video (MV)




Performed By: Alex Hawkins
Length: 3:53
Written by: Alex Hawkins




Alex Hawkins - Classroom Antics Lyrics




I can watch it all in the corner of my eye
He's got his hand on her leg and the prize is the tie
He can annoy her and make another move
But she says he's a dick although, though she loves it too

Cos' the attention is a source from a rugby lad of course
I told him stop your classroom antics, get off your high horse
Get off your high horse

He likes garden golf and rich brown sauce
Stop your classroom antics, get off your high horse
He likes making tea, but drinking it more
Stop your classroom antics, get off your high horse
Get off your high horse

Because she kissed you late last week, she was intoxicated, lack of sleep
Now she's healthy, completely full up and she doesn't want you now that she's not f*cked
Cos' she's not f*cked at all
She's not f*cked at all

Cos' the attention is a source from a rugby lad of course
I told him stop your classroom antics, get off your high horse
He plays garden golf, eats rich brown sauce
Tasty on its own as it's a rich man's main course
He never makes his tea, that's what his maids are for
Stop your classroom antics, get off your high horse
Get off your high horse
Get off your high horse

I can watch it all in the corner of my eye
He's got his hand on her leg and the prize is the tie
He can annoy her and make another move
But she says he's a dick but she, well she loves it too
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I can watch it all in the corner of my eye
He's got his hand on her leg and the prize is the tie
He can annoy her and make another move
But she says he's a dick although, though she loves it too

Cos' the attention is a source from a rugby lad of course
I told him stop your classroom antics, get off your high horse
Get off your high horse

He likes garden golf and rich brown sauce
Stop your classroom antics, get off your high horse
He likes making tea, but drinking it more
Stop your classroom antics, get off your high horse
Get off your high horse

Because she kissed you late last week, she was intoxicated, lack of sleep
Now she's healthy, completely full up and she doesn't want you now that she's not f*cked
Cos' she's not f*cked at all
She's not f*cked at all

Cos' the attention is a source from a rugby lad of course
I told him stop your classroom antics, get off your high horse
He plays garden golf, eats rich brown sauce
Tasty on its own as it's a rich man's main course
He never makes his tea, that's what his maids are for
Stop your classroom antics, get off your high horse
Get off your high horse
Get off your high horse

I can watch it all in the corner of my eye
He's got his hand on her leg and the prize is the tie
He can annoy her and make another move
But she says he's a dick but she, well she loves it too
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Writer: Alex Hawkins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing

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