Shortstraw - Boxing Day

A bunch of things that we've already said
There's too much going on inside your head
As our clothes fall to the floor
It's all shit that we have done before

If only you weren't so predictable
I'm black and blue
But I've got this swelling under control

Before you explode (This won't end well)
A little bit of sugar makes the medicine taste sweeter
So don't explode (This won't end well)
'Cause I'll never get the satisfaction if you let me win

This reminds me of when we first met
A night out that I never won't forget
You said, "Why should I waste my time?"
Oh, oh, and I have been denied

If only you weren't so unpredictable
I'm black, you're blue
But we've got this swelling under control

Before you explode (This won't end well)
A little bit of sugar makes the medicine taste sweeter
So don't explode (This won't end well)
'Cause I'll never get the satisfaction if you let me win

Where are my manners, let me take off your dress
There's nothing on your body that I wouldn't caress, o-oh
Let's be polite, let me turn on the lights
There's no use fumbling around when you're in your dressing gown

'Cause you'd do it yourself if I wasn't such a gentleman
Yeah, you'd do it yourself if I wasn't such a gentleman
You'd do it yourself if I wasn't such a gentleman
Yeah, you'd do it yourself if I wasn't such a gentleman

Well, don't look now
I'm staring down your dressing gown
Don't be so proud
'Cause it's nothing I haven't seen before
You'd do it yourself if I wasn't such a gentleman
Yeah, you'd do it yourself if I wasn't such a gentleman

Written by:
RUSSELL GRANT COWARD, GAD DE COMBES, OLIVER NATHAN, THOMAS JAMES REVINGTON, ALASTAIR LESLIE THOMAS

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