Listen & view Johnny Foreigner - If I'm the Most Famous Boy You've Fucked, Then Honey, Yr in Trouble lyrics & tabs

I guess she's got her claws in you.
yr shirts all stained with blood.
at least those talons held you up
and over so you understood;
it never was the clubs you chose,
the lines they let you cut.
let the gossip kids go fuck themselves
it's all they'll ever get

I guess its going to be a wasteland now yr gone.

I want to be sat in parks
with girls in sunglasses and cocktails.
I want the casual confidence grown
through knowing yr own streets

so close yr eyes, this is Berlin.
this is NYC.
I get burnt out on the bright lights
and tonight is all we have
but this... this is yr summer.

I want to get so displaced I don't notice
that the scenery's shifting. let the dusk
cast shadows and shadows cast spells
in yr own streets
so close yr eyes

burnt out on the bright lights.
this is Capetown.
this is Tokyo.
i get burnt out on the
bright lights and
tonight is all we have.

you know how jealous exes
get, you never stood a
chance. yr old friends
talk about it, they're
convinced that it was
planned. for all their
blushing sentiment,
they'll never understand.

you take the chance
to get out while you can