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Put on the TV

Flick through the stations

In the truth or a miss interpretaion

He doesn't care all he cares about he's going out tonight

He tucks his shirt in and does his hair nice

He's got to run to catch the bus and pays full price

Ten minutes late so he takes a deep breath and then goes inside

Now he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over

He hasn't had a shave so he looks a little older

And he knows that if the truth be told he's got no chance

Yeah he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over he changes on to doubles

So he does't feel as sober

All the drink oh it's making him think he's got more than a chance

So he stumbles down the hallway his body's tired but in his mind hes wide awake

He's not thinking about the foreplay

He's just a little boy who didn't realise

You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says

All he wanted was affection

It was so rude of her to blatanty reject him in that way

Just a little miss understanding and now it's all too late the fists fly in with a fury of rage

So he spills out to the garden, the windows steam up with them try to see the action from inside

Oh but please dont wake the neighbours

He's just a little lad who didn't realise

You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says

No you don't undertand you don't realise he says

You don't look with your hands you look with you eyes