Leftovers Lyrics - Singles - Johnny Flynn

I've been drooling 

At some mangy scraps of bread 

And these hungry voices 

Make a lot of noise inside my head 

Show me the way to the rubbish dump 

Or the bins at closing time 

I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile 

From a fish without its prime 

Been hanging round the underground 

Found a couple of crumbs down there 

Was lucky and got some flotsam 

From a girl with long brown hair 

She said her name was Mary May 

And she liked the springtime, oh 

She said she left the meal half ate 

She said she left the crusts of toast 

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Leftovers is what I want 

Don't need no fine cuisine 

Give me a dime for bacon rind 

Or slip me some of that old sardine 

She'd been seeing a man named Jim 

I said I didn't mind 

Said the second place is just my style 

I'd glasses for the line 

I felt she was keen to come 

And I knew I'd met my match 

I was sure that I had locked the door 

And she had dropped the latch 

Leftovers is what I want 

Don't need no fine cuisine 

Give me a dime for bacon rind 

Or slip me some of that old sardine 

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I said, "Bring your dark eyes honey" 

She said, "You bring yours" 

Said I don't take second glance 

So she walked out the door 

I walked after her, it weighed me down 

And asked her why she left 

She said she only dealt leftovers 

And that all else felt like theft 

Leftovers is what I want 

Don't need no fine cuisine 

Give me a dime for bacon rind 

Or slip me some of that old sardine 

Leftovers is what I want 

Don't need no fine cuisine 

Give me a dime for bacon rind 

Or slip me some of that old sardine 

If you see her say hello 

She'll be out handing scraps 

But don't be fooled, her heart is ruled 

By forces off the maps 

Show me the way to the rubbish dump 

Or the bins at closing time 

I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile 

From a fish without its prime 

Leftovers is what I want 

Don't need no fine cuisine 

Give me a dime for bacon rind 

Or slip me some of that old sardine