The Lucksmiths - Music To Hold Hands To Lyrics
You can't keep a secretBut you keep a diary anywayAnd you get away with murderBecause you've got a way with wordsYeah, and I know where you keep it:Under where your underwear is meant to beBut usually it's all over the floorI can't see the carpet anymoreIf you arose by any other nameYou'd smell as sweetAnd you'd look just the sameI could never understand youHating music to hold hands toSometimes something you can dance toIs the last thing that you needYeah, and squandering a SundayOn a 499-piece jigsaw puzzleDoesn't trouble me one little bitOne little bit!I feel like going visiting this eveningAcross the rooftops of North CarltonWhile the suburb is asleepMy friends live in renovators' dreamsIt's as euphemistic as it seems