Forget It Sister

Good morning baby I feel like I've been staring at you for days Is there a little corner Of your heart that I can claim? 'cause I ain't slept for days Ginger wine and lemonade I dig you 'cause you understand Why I wash my face and wash my hands A hundred times a day And does it really mean I'm going insane? And if that way I thought I'd paint your face on every wall Now do you think that it's time we forgot about the locals? The real estate man, the Christmas tan, the bills and your bifocals? Leave the suburban crawl, this city gentry But forget it sister I ain't going to the country We could live on mash potatoes, beer and leave the shitty neighbours behind Ditch the crappy records, grab the portable and see what we'll find over that sign We could live on mash potatoes, beer and leave the shitty neighbours behind Ditch the crappy records, grab the portable and see what we'll find over that sign Good morning baby I feel like I've been staring at you for days Is there a little corner of your heart that I can claim? 'cause I ain't slept for days Ginger wine and lemonade Now do you think that it's time we forgot about the locals? The real estate man, the Christmas tan, the bills and your bifocals? Leave the suburban crawl, this city gentry But forget it sister I ain't going to the country I ain't going to the country