Plans

Brush your hair to some Eurodisco trash

Two prophelactics and forty-five dollars cash

Corduroy jacket and some fifty buck shoes

That can lead like a lamp when they're a scrubbing up new

Sunday best on a Friday night alright

I'll meet you at the corner beneath the Goodyear foot sign

Where all dates are made by mobile

I'll send you a smoke signal just be there by nine

This smoke, I left it for you

To show Mum and Dad your new tattoo alright

So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?

There's a streetlight for each night your heart hit the deck

This drink says I love you, this drink says I couldn't care less

Kiss me so I know I'm alive

The drinks taste crap but they keep coming til five

Numbers on the wall, I got my ears like a shell

The phone stinks of chips, cheap wine, mouthwash and gel

C'mon we'll drink the last of the rent

And I'll leave my number right down on the strap of your dress

And it's late, and she's Sue

Cos I read it on the back of her boyfriend's neck alright

So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?

Yeah, I had a plan, but how'd it fit with you?