Sunday Driving Soundtrack

Lilly Allen is fiiieerccce.

"Everything's Just Wonderful"
Lilly Allen

Do you think, everything, everyone, is going mental,
It seems to me that it's spiraling outta control and it's inevitable,
Now don't you think,
This time is yours, this time is mine,
Its temperamental,
It seems to me, we're on all fours,
Crawling on our knees,
Someone help us please

Oh Jesus Christ almighty,
Do I feel alright? No not slightly,
I wanna get a flat I know I can't afford it,
It's just the bureaucrats who won't give me a mortgage,
Well it's very funny cos I got your fucking money,
And I'm never gonna get it just because of my bad credit
Oh well I guess I mustn't grumble,
I suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, I'm fine,
Everything's just wonderful,
I'm having the time of my life.

Don't you want something else,
Something new, than what we've got here,
And don't you feel it's all the same,
Some sick game and it's not insincere,
I wish I could change the ways of the world,
Make it a nice place
Until that day, I guess we stay,
Doing what we do
Screwing who we screw

Why can't I sleep at night,
Don't say it's gonna be alright,
I wanna be able to eat spaghetti bolognaise,
and not feel bad about it for days and days and days.
In the magazines they talk about weight loss,
If I buy those jeans I can look like Kate Moss,
Oh no it's not the life I chose,
But I guess that's the way that things go,

[Chorus x2]

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba [etc.]

Oh Jesus Christ almighty,
Do I feel alright? No not slightly,
I wanna get a flat I know I can't afford it,
It's just the bureaucrats who won't give me a mortgage,
Well it's very funny cos I got your fucking money,
And I'm never gonna get it just because of my bad credit
Oh well I guess I mustn't grumble,
I suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

[Chorus x2]


Knock 'Em Out
Lilly Allen


Lily Allen Knock em Out Lyrics
Alright so this is a song about anyone,
It could be anyone.

You're just doin' your own thing,
And someone comes outta the blue,
They're like "alright what you sayin? can i take your digits?",
And you're like "No, not in a million years,
You're nasty, please leave me alone"

Cut to the pub on a lads night out,
Man at the bar cos it was his shout,
Clocks this bird as she looked okay,
She caught him looking and walked his way,
“Alright, darling? You gonna buy us a drink then?”
“Uh, no, but I was thinking about buying one for your friend.”
She's got no taste, hand on his waist,
Tries to pull away, but her lips on his face,
“If you insist, I'll have a white wine spritzer.”
“Sorry love, but you ain't a pretty picture.”

You can't knock 'em out,
You can't walk away,
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say
(I'm very sorry but not now...)
“Just get out my face! Just leave me alone!”
“And no, you can't have my number" Why?
"Cos I lost my phone.”

"Oh yeh actually mm I'm pregnant,
mm yeah I'm havin a baby in like 6 months, so, no... yeah yeah"

I recognise this guy's way of thinking
As he walks over her face starts sinking
She's like, “Oh, here we go...”
It's a routine check-up, she already knows.
She's thinking, “They're all the same”
“Yeah, you alright baby? You look alright still? Yeah, what's your name?”
She looks in her bag, takes out a fag,
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Tries to get away from the guy on the blag,
Can't find a light, “Here, use mine”
“See, the thing is I just don't have the time”

You can't knock 'em out - can't knock 'em out
You can't walk away - you can't walk away
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say,
(I'm very sorry but not this time...)
“Just get out my face! Just leave me alone!”
“And no, you can't have my number, cos I lost my phone.”

Go away now, let me go,
Are you stupid? or just a little slow?
(Please, buckle...)
Go away now, I've made myself clear...
Nah, I don't think so!
Nah, it's not gonna happen!
Not in a million years!

You can't knock 'em out - can't knock 'em out
You can't walk away - and you can't walk away
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say (errrr...)
“Just get out my face! Just leave me alone!”
“And no, you can't have my number, cos I lost my phone.”

You can't knock 'em out,
You can't walk away,
(Ah, actually I'm getting married next week...)
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say,
“Just get out my face! Just leave me alone!”
(No, seriously...)
“And no, you can't have my number, cos I lost my phone.”

Oh, you know, I gotta go my house is on fire!
I've - I've got herpes!
Err - no, syphillis!
AIDS! AIDS! I got AIDS!
I forgot my vagisil!

oOo

Rockwell. He waited while I paid for my Zara top-Penelope Pitstop black top. Dinner in UCC. Made me try new stuff. Felt sick but I laughed the entire night. He wore Paul Smith. Gay alert. But...but..but... my gaydar hasn't been working lately. Felt bored before midnight. Swiss chocolates. He gave me chocolates. Am thinking: "One day at a time."

Gotta go. :) Mama wants to go to Binondo. Yipee.