A slaves a girl who slaves her days away
In arabesques and minarets
Tablecloths and serviettes
She's singing 'this is what you get'
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
The mob goes fifteen ways
I dunno which way to go
The mob goes fifteen ways
And my head (my poor head)
Feels like a smashed window
George is twenty-four, he's easily bored
All his life he's seen nothing but closed doors
(Not any more)
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
And he mob goes fifteen ways
I dunno which way to go
The mob goes fifteen ways
And my head, my poor head
Feels like a smashed window
The Libertines - Mayday Lyrics
The Libertines - Mayday Lyrics
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A slaves a girl who slaves her days away
In arabesques and minarets
Tablecloths and serviettes
She's singing 'this is what you get'
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
The mob goes fifteen ways
I dunno which way to go
The mob goes fifteen ways
And my head (my poor head)
Feels like a smashed window
George is twenty-four, he's easily bored
All his life he's seen nothing but closed doors
(Not any more)
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
And he mob goes fifteen ways
I dunno which way to go
The mob goes fifteen ways
And my head, my poor head
Feels like a smashed window
In arabesques and minarets
Tablecloths and serviettes
She's singing 'this is what you get'
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
The mob goes fifteen ways
I dunno which way to go
The mob goes fifteen ways
And my head (my poor head)
Feels like a smashed window
George is twenty-four, he's easily bored
All his life he's seen nothing but closed doors
(Not any more)
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
First you put the tongue in then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah oh yeah
And he mob goes fifteen ways
I dunno which way to go
The mob goes fifteen ways
And my head, my poor head
Feels like a smashed window
Writer: Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC