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