Good morning baby
I feel like I've been staring at you for days
Is there a little corner
Of your heart that I can claim?
'cause I ain't slept for days
Ginger wine and lemonade
I dig you 'cause you understand
Why I wash my face and wash my hands
A hundred times a day
And does it really mean I'm going insane?
And if that way I thought
I'd paint your face on every wall

Now do you think that it's time we forgot about the locals?
The real estate man, the Christmas tan, the bills and your bifocals?
Leave the suburban crawl, this city gentry
But forget it sister I ain't going to the country

We could live on mash potatoes, beer and leave the shitty neighbours behind
Ditch the crappy records, grab the portable and see what we'll find over that sign

We could live on mash potatoes, beer and leave the shitty neighbours behind
Ditch the crappy records, grab the portable and see what we'll find over that sign

Good morning baby
I feel like I've been staring at you for days
Is there a little corner of your heart that I can claim?
'cause I ain't slept for days
Ginger wine and lemonade

Now do you think that it's time we forgot about the locals?
The real estate man, the Christmas tan, the bills and your bifocals?
Leave the suburban crawl, this city gentry
But forget it sister I ain't going to the country

I ain't going to the country