Magazines

I know who you are I know where you sleep And I’ll bet that you, you like potpourri I bet you grew up climbing up trees Oh, ‘cause you were dressed just like my mum’s friends on retreat I guess that I notice You’re standing outside And I know it’s wrong But I guess that you’re my type I spoke to you briefly And you sounded like me So I wonder why you’re selling magazines Did you make mistakes? Did you lose a piece? And how about your friends? Did they leave you be? DId you ever think you’d sell magazines, oh I guess over time it might come easily Roll the dice ‘cause you’re a luckyucker Roll the dice and you will see I guess that I notice You’re standing outside And I know it’s wrong But I guess that you’re my type I spoke to you briefly And you sounded like me So I wonder why you’re selling magazines I guess that I notice We’re from the same tribe And I know that it’s wrong But I thought I’d never see us deprived I spoke to you briefly It was on the high street And I wonder why you’re selling magazines Roll the dice ‘cause you’re a luckyucker Roll the dice and you will see Roll the dice ‘cause you’re a luckyucker Roll the dice and you will see I never thought that we’d sell magazines Setting up along the street I never thought that we’d sell magazines