The Part That Really Matters

Two, three, four Don't get me wrong Don't mind you shouting Just think your style excludes The part that really matters Oh, ohh Just grow tired (just grow tired) Of empty minds mouthing English language courses While they struggle with the A-B-C of hearts The A-B-C of hearts, the A-B-C of hearts, the A-B-C of hearts We'll stop in the middle just to talk about the part that really matters 'Cause I mean for all your style I just don't think you're getting the idea (is that right, so?) I just don't think you're getting the idea I just don't think you're getting the idea, idea, idea And I confess that all I've learnt Has been learned a million times By every empty heart that ever felt a song come home Felt a song come home, I've seen it Felt a song come home yeah Felt a song come home But I'd be happy When next I ask the time If I find I've wasted none of mine Listening while you wasted all of yours You wasted all of yours Wasted all of yours, oh yeah, wasted all of yours You wasted all of yours You wasted all of yours You wasted all of yours You wasted all of yours But don't get me wrong 'Cause I don't mind you shouting (no, I won't let you waste my time) I just think your style excludes (I just won't let you waste my time) The part that really matters (no, I won't let you waste my time) Don't get me wrong 'Cause I don't mind you shouting I Just think your style excludes the part