Don't Give Me That 'I Told You So' Look - The Associates

Don’t give me that I told you so look

Over your shoulder

I can’t help but organize your wife

She wants me to mould her

And I should have told her

That so strong is the lure of moods

Invariably they’re mostly misunder

Misunderstood

It’s when we’re listening a difference

Is waiting in stated layers

It’s when we license our pet hates

Become irate useless prayers

Still you choose to ignore this course

And I’ll go along and blah blah blah blah blah

Until I’m hoarse

I should’ve been with you I shouldn’t have let

You grace on grit you hit out and then you

Wonder why your choice of reflections made

You cry I should have been with you

Visions are cast over beached where footprints

Are left to say I’m here and burning

The night oil and still you want me to pay

Still you choose to ignore this course

And I go along and blah blah blah blah blah

Until I’m hoarse