Paroles: Graham Coxon. Happines In Magazines. Bottom Bunk.

Threw my glasses in the dirt
Tell you 'man that really hurt'
So I'm lying in the bottom bunk
Then he slammed me in the door
Got me feeling pretty sore
So I'm lying in the bottom bunk

Now we've gone too far astray
I do believe you've had your way with me
Not much of a holiday
I do believe you've had your way with me
Your way with me

Very pretty and you're tanned
But I rather sleep with my right hand
So I'm lying in the bottom bunk
Cos baby things just get too rough
When we get together in above
So I'm lying in the bottom bunk

Now we've gone too far astray
I do believe you've had your way with me
Not much of a holiday
I do believe you've had your way with me
Your way with me