Last Song On The Jukebox - The Hotknives

They circle all the flats in red

It’s been a while since they have shared a bed

They’re living separate lives

He pours his half into his pint

A big decision must be made tonight

They’re living separate lives

It’s been a hard and stressful day

As he turns round to her

He’s heard to gently say:

Please don’t try so hard to please me

Take your time girl, take it easy

Like the last song on the jukebox, make it last

Please don’t take it quite so fast

An ultimatum must be made

If all the time together can be saved

The pressure’s building up

She wants a home, she wants a child

Her days of being single, free, and wild

She’ll quietly give them up

He’s changing everything this year

But in his mind he’s known

To whisper in her ear:

Please don’t try so hard to please me

Take your time girl, take it easy

Like the last song on the jukebox, make it last

Please don’t take it quite so fast

A sudden opportunity to lose ten years of sleep

They know that this decision they must keep

To bring a child into this world

A wasteland full of bigotry and hurt

It wouldn’t be too good

But then again the world could change

The make up of the human race is strange

It’s possible it could

He’s made his mind up for today

He’d like a child with her

But first he turns to say:

Please don’t try so hard to please me

Take your time girl, take it easy

Like the last song on the jukebox, make it last

Please don’t take it quite so fast

Please don’t try so hard to please me

Take your time girl, take it easy

Like the last song on the jukebox, make it last

Please don’t take it quite so fast