Flathead - iTunes Live In London - The Fratellis

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Well just because she feeds me well

And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel

It doesn't mean she's got eyes for me

She might just want my bones, you see

Hey, flathead, don't you get me

She's the second-best killer that I ever have seen

They don't come much more sick than you

I could go on, if you want me to

It's just so wrong, so very nice

And I told you once, but you killed me twice

I saw you one time at the back of the club

Chewing on glass and a ticket stub

Said I heard they kicked the boy 'til he bled

And you stood and said, "Oh my God" 'til she said

Bada ba ba da-da-da-da

Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh

Well everybody knows you're the one to call

When the girls get ugly 'round the back of the wall

Josephine says you got a bleeding nose

She's taking it with her wherever she goes

Hey flathead don't check me in

Well hers is a tonic, and mine's a gin

They don't come much more slick than you

I'd drive your car if you asked me to

Said the boy's not right in the head

And he stood and got a kicking instead til she said

Bada ba ba da-da-da-da

Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh

Da da-da-da-oh

And she said the boy's not right in the head

But you stood said, "Oh my God" til she said

Bada ba ba da-da-da-da

Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh