Paroles officielles de la chanson «Fake Tales Of San Francisco» : Arctic Monkeys

Chanson originale : Fake Tales Of San Francisco
Chanteurs : Arctic Monkeys
Auteurs : Alex Turner
Éditeurs : Emi Music Publishing France
Albums :

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Fake Tales Of San Francisco"

Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom

There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets
Practicing their lines

I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you no
(Kick me out, kick me out)

Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces in the back
All wishing they weren't there

And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
She's running to the streets outside
"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line
"The band weren't very good
And I'm not having a nice time

Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though
So all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf

He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance
But I'm sure that's far
I'm sure that's pretty far

I'd love to tell you all my problem
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotterdam
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook

 
 


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