Lanyards - Shotty Horroh

I spoke to the bloke in the mirror last night and he didn’t look too impressed

Cos I spent all week looking at your tweets and waiting for your texts

And he told me «don't be an idiot, lad, have some self respect

Cos there’s loads of birds in short skirts in the disco tech»

There’s a man selling mobile phone cases and lanyards for you kneck

And I hope he’s selling chargers, cos my batteries nearly dead

I’m sat inside this Maccy D’s with my phone stuck in the plug

Tryna send you messages, like a stupid little mug

I thought bout coming over but I don’t think it be best

Cos your probably with that other lad, with your head lay on his chest

And I thought I’d be much sadder, I thought I’d be depressed

But everything is okay, everything is blessed

I bet you think that you’re funny, you probably think you’re hilarious

Cos I spent all my money, on VIP tickets for the pair of us

But you was outside tryna find a new ride with a guy called Dave from the rave

And then you call me at 3 in the morning, eh-are love you should behave

I bet you think that you’re funny, I guess that means you’re some kind of

chameleon

Cos you was outside tryna find a new ride with a guy called Dave from the rave

And then you call me at 3 in the morning, eh-are love you should behave

Hook: Serpentine, I could sit here and hear you spin your yarn all night

Serpentine, I am mesmerized by the way you tell your lies

All the lies, all the lovely little lies

I spoke to the bloke in the mirror last night and he didn’t look too impressed

Cos I spent all week looking at your tweets and waiting for your texts

And he told me don’t be an idiot lad, have some self respect

Cos there’s loads of birds in the short skirts in the disco tech

Loads of birds in short skirts, loads of birds in the short skirts

In the disco tech

I bet you think that I’m stupid, I follow you like your shadow

Cos you was hit by Cupid, I wish I would of dodged the arrow

Ok, play another song, love.

Won’t you please change the channel

And stop showing up to mine at this time dressed in that kind of apparel

I bet you think that I’m naïve, you probably think that I’m daft

I must of missed the punchline, but someone’s having a laugh

Cos you was outside tryna find a new ride with a guy called Dave from the rave

And then you call me at 3 in the morning, eh-are love you should behave

Hook: Serpentine, I could sit here and hear you spin your yarn all night

Serpentine, I am mesmerized by the way you tell your lies

All the lies, all the lovely little lies