Paroles: The Courteeners. Bide Your Time.

The Temptation is all to great
now its gone and its all to late
i tried and i tried but i never applied
any of the morals that i wish i had

you wait 51 weeks
through all of your hides and all of your seeks
when the time finally arrives
it dawns on me that you attention derives
from the girlfriend that you left alone
sitting in the living room all alone

you hate the suntan
and you cant stand to be around the short sleeved man
and the gaggle of girls who are singing too loud
well they do my head in
you hate the tattoos and you cant handle the skinheads
the ones who cannot handle their booze
their making you scared to be proud
are ya scared to be proud
how can that still be
come and sing your heart out with me

but if you bide your time, and you stand there and you wait in line
it wont belong before her sarong is lying on the bedroom floor
but what about the girlfriend that you left at home
sitting in a living room all alone

you hate the suntan
and you cant stand to be around the short sleeved man
and the gaggle of girls who are singing too loud
well they do my head in
you hate the tattoos and you cant handle the skinheads
the ones who cannot handle their booze
their making you scared to be proud
how is that that still allowed
why are you scared to be proud
when your on cloud number nine

and the girlfriend you left at home
sitting in you living room all alone

you hate the suntan
and you cant stand to be around the short sleeved man
and the gaggle of girls who are singing too loud
they fuckin' do my head in
you hate the tattoos and you cant handle the skinheads
the ones who cannot handle their booze
their making you scared to be proud
are ya scared to be proud
how is that still allowed
when your on cloud number nine

(Thanks to Jimmeh for these lyrics)