Letra de I Can't Put My Finger On It - The Housemartins
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As martin said to xanthe
As they played with wooden toys
You may have wendy�s playhouse
But where the heel�s your boys?
As paul said to fifi
As they eyed each other up
You may have better plimsoles
But you can�t pee standing up
And I�d like to take the time to bite
Their neck and make it bleed
Or maybe I could cut holes in their
Daddy�s harris tweed
And I can�t put my finger on it
Maybe it�s something in their food
And I cna�t put my finger on it
All I know is christ would�ve sued
As sharon said to jamie
As they sat down for a chat
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If you think I�m cooking dinner
Well, prepare to eat dead rat
As debbie said to alex
As they held hands in the park
How come you wear rupert check
When you think you�re so hard
I should�ve done his land rover
To let him know I�d been
Instead I wrote f� off
On the dirt across his screen
And I can�t put my finger on it
Maybe it�s something in their food
And I cna�t put my finger on it
All I know is christ would�ve sued
I wish I�d let them know that I was here
A drop of arsenic in the wine
Sulphuric acid in the beer
As they played with wooden toys
You may have wendy�s playhouse
But where the heel�s your boys?
As paul said to fifi
As they eyed each other up
You may have better plimsoles
But you can�t pee standing up
And I�d like to take the time to bite
Their neck and make it bleed
Or maybe I could cut holes in their
Daddy�s harris tweed
And I can�t put my finger on it
Maybe it�s something in their food
And I cna�t put my finger on it
All I know is christ would�ve sued
As sharon said to jamie
As they sat down for a chat
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/i-can-t-put-my-finger-on-it-the-housemartins.php
If you think I�m cooking dinner
Well, prepare to eat dead rat
As debbie said to alex
As they held hands in the park
How come you wear rupert check
When you think you�re so hard
I should�ve done his land rover
To let him know I�d been
Instead I wrote f� off
On the dirt across his screen
And I can�t put my finger on it
Maybe it�s something in their food
And I cna�t put my finger on it
All I know is christ would�ve sued
I wish I�d let them know that I was here
A drop of arsenic in the wine
Sulphuric acid in the beer