Layout: It's Not Me, It's You
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The bottom feels so much better than the top
So much better
Chorus: Nan, you’re a window shopper
Taking a look but you never buy
Nan, you’re a window shopper
You won’t pick it up if it’s over a fiver
Nan, you’re a window shopper
Get on the bus cause you still can’t drive
Nan, you’re a window shopper
Mad as fuck only just alive
You get up in the morning and you like your tea milky
You stumble for your glasses cause without ‘em you can’t see
It’s funny how i come around your house and i’m 20
And i still have to wear all the presents you send me
I walk into your kitchen, everything’s got a label
You’ve done your christmas shopping and we’re only in April
And you won’t leave your house unless you’re wearing your thermals
You’ve covered all in cat hair and you’re stinking like strepsils
You’re headed down the bowls club
Have another orange squash
Fools are rolling, rolling, rolling
And you can’t walk right
‘Cause things aren’t what they were
Your ankles are swollen, swollen, swollen
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You’re walking down the post office to pick up your pension
And then you’re off to bingo, it’s become an obsession
So weary of the kids who are wearing their hoods up
And even if they smile at you you think it’s a stick-up
You only buy the paper just to cut out the coupons
You’re saving 50p but what do you want with tampons
You’re always at the doctor picking up your prescription
And they throw in some KY just to ease up the friction
You got a leak in your colostomy bag
Yeah, It’s got a hole in, hole in, hole in
On the weekend you’re shopping with your trolley
It’s sad, how you’re rolling, rolling, rolling
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