BELLE And SEBASTIAN Piggy In The Middle Lyrics, singer by BELLE And SEBASTIAN
I�m alone
I�m not with you
When I get in at night the many facets of the conversation
Roll around inside my head
Who�s going with who?
Who�s going with you?
You are the girl who for a twist plays ventriloquist
To other boys line up to be your pooch
But if I draw a circle and I walk around it
You�re the piggy in the middle
I love my little pig until it hurts
I want to dance
Give the boy a chance
I want to lose myself in 1986
The darkened cinematic days of love and trance
Your crisp white tee � shirt
Rock a bill eee � hurts
An army of affected youth
They�re cute in boots
I look at her the girl is looking back at me
And with a thought that cuts me
She will turn and curtsey to her rockabilly boyfriend
It�s too late the damage done
I will catch them on the stairs
I�m like a bad smell that stays
They will turn round and see me
They will kiss stroke and feel
Just for the benefit: the boy voyeur
His camera makes up for what he�s lost
You know I know you�re the Queen
But when there�s nothing to rule
Who is the fool?
Wait for spring
I want to sing
Sleep is a drag love is the drug flu is the bug
I got my bag it�s full of stuff I want to bring
There is a club
There is a girl
Give her the secret sign that I�ll be there
A little clue
Maybe she�ll pick it up
Maybe she�ll pass
But I go into the building and she�s over by the bar
And by the time they play New Order
She is over in the corner
And she�s telling me stuff
I think she feels pretty rough
She has to lean on her shoulder
She is drunk, I am sober
And I take her confession
It�s the coolest little session of the month
As I take her confession
I confess I got my hand under her blouse
I�m not with you
When I get in at night the many facets of the conversation
Roll around inside my head
Who�s going with who?
Who�s going with you?
You are the girl who for a twist plays ventriloquist
To other boys line up to be your pooch
But if I draw a circle and I walk around it
You�re the piggy in the middle
I love my little pig until it hurts
I want to dance
Give the boy a chance
I want to lose myself in 1986
The darkened cinematic days of love and trance
Your crisp white tee � shirt
Rock a bill eee � hurts
An army of affected youth
They�re cute in boots
I look at her the girl is looking back at me
And with a thought that cuts me
She will turn and curtsey to her rockabilly boyfriend
It�s too late the damage done
I will catch them on the stairs
I�m like a bad smell that stays
They will turn round and see me
They will kiss stroke and feel
Just for the benefit: the boy voyeur
His camera makes up for what he�s lost
You know I know you�re the Queen
But when there�s nothing to rule
Who is the fool?
Wait for spring
I want to sing
Sleep is a drag love is the drug flu is the bug
I got my bag it�s full of stuff I want to bring
There is a club
There is a girl
Give her the secret sign that I�ll be there
A little clue
Maybe she�ll pick it up
Maybe she�ll pass
But I go into the building and she�s over by the bar
And by the time they play New Order
She is over in the corner
And she�s telling me stuff
I think she feels pretty rough
She has to lean on her shoulder
She is drunk, I am sober
And I take her confession
It�s the coolest little session of the month
As I take her confession
I confess I got my hand under her blouse
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