That's All She Wrote - Folk Bitch Trio (Impressão)

We're down on a back road

Both in the back seat

Of your white car

And I'm getting no sleep

My legs are hanging

All over the place

Your head down my skirt

You really know me

But I can't wait

To get back home

You're right here with me

But I feel so alone

It's two months later

I've met a blonde girl

She's so much younger

Works in my favour

Got a career and

So many prospects

I think she loves me

I'm like her object

And I can't wait

To get back home

I hope that she's there

With her microscope

Lay down the law now

It's so much thicker

A bloody punch that

Moved like a quaver

I bet she's guessing

My new location

I've got a hunch

I'm doxed in the paper

But I can't wait

To get back home

Dead at the scene

And that's all she wrote

(I can't wait to get back home)

Composição: Gracie Sinclair, Jeanie Pilkington, Heide Peverelle