I was walkin' down Bosworth Street
Sayin' Hi to all the little guys I'd meet
All the things I claimed to know
Are all old and overgrown
There is nothing
Left for me
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Just tell me you Love Me
All these little careless victories
So small but so important to me
I miss what I thought I had
With my Mom and Dad
Where's my sitcom family
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Don't say I Love Ya'
Just tell me you Love Me
Just tell me you Love Me
In the Mornin'
I miss dancing
to all the records that you would spin
You were no DJ
But sure knew how to
Keep a beat and make it skip
Not so musically inclined
But God Damn you could really sing
12 Years Old
In the Kitchen
With you teaching me how to sin
In the Mornin'
I miss dancing
to all the records that you would spin
You were no DJ
But sure knew how to
Keep a beat and make it skip
Not so musically inclined
But God Damn you could really sing
12 Years Old
In the Kitchen
With you teaching me how to sin
With you teaching me how to sin
With you teaching me how to sin
With you teaching me how to sin
