Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
Kate Nash
This is my face:
Covered in freckles, with the occasional spot and some veins...
This is my body:
Covered in skin, and not all of it you can see...
And this is my mind:
It goes over and over the same old lines...
And this is my brain:
It's torturous analytical thoughts make me go insane...
And I use mouthwash - Sometimes I floss;
I got a family, and I drink cups of tea...
I've got nostalgic pavements, I've got familiar faces
I've got mixed-up memories, and I've got favourite places...
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night...
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night...
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night, and I hope everything's gonna be alright;
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night, and I hope everything's gonna be alright...
This is my face:
I've got a thousand opinions, and half the time, I'm trying to explain...
And this is my body:
No matter how you try and disable it, yes, I'll still be here...
And this is my mind:
And although you try to infringe, you cannot confine...
And this is my brain:
And even if you try and hold me back, there's nothing that you can gain...
'Cause I use mouthwash - Sometimes I floss;
I've got a family, and I drink cups of tea...
I've got nostalgic pavements, I've got familiar faces
I've got mixed-up memories, and I've got favourite places...
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night...
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night...
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night, and I hope everything's gonna be alright;
And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night, and I hope everything's gonna be alright...
Oh, uh-oh, oh-oh-oh, ah, uh-oh, ah, ah, ah, ah...