The Prosaics - In Talks About The Weather

God-damnit Met Office weather
You should've served us better
If I had known it'd always be snowing
I would've bought my heart its own sweater
The perfect forecast to dump her
Her hearts gunna need more than that jumper
It'll be raining just you see
Cos' pathetic fallacy
Is always the way
It's always the
God-damnit Met Office weather
You should've served us better
If you'd told me plain
From here on out it's steady rain
I would've bought my heart an umbrella
Sitting in the shade and throwing it
It's the way that I was made and Im owning it
I wanna be sun-kissed not sunburnt
But my luck with this has been turbulent
It's always the way
It's always the
God-damnit Met Office weather
You should've served us better
If you'd informed me it'd be 180 degrees
I would've u-turned round in search of alt-vesture
God-damnit Met Office weather
You should've served us better
If you'd informed me it'd be 180 degrees
I would've u-turned round in search of alt-vesture
Hunny, you can do so much better
Unreliable a let down- I'm like an English Summer
God damnit Met Office weather
God damnit
God damnit

Written by:
Alexander Williams

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