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Could Well Be In Lyrics - A Grand Don't Come For Free - Streets

'Coz her last relationship fucked her up 

Got hurt majorly, finds it tough to trust 

Looked at the ashtray, then looked back up 

Spinnin' it away on the tabletop 

 

She looked much fitter than Saturday just 

She worked in JD's with Dan 

Back then I figured she was pretty damn rough 

But she was only wearin' her work stuff 

 

And in these clothes she looked more than buff 

She stirred her straw, sat up to adjust 

I told her I thought it was important 

That you could get lost in conversation 

 

Chattin' shit, sittin' in oblivion 

With that person who's your special one 

She said she was the worst pool player under the sun 

But blokes go easy so she always won 

 

I saw this thing on ITV the other week 

Said, that if she played with her hair she's probably keen 

She's playin with her hair, well regularly 

So I reckon I could well be in 

 

She didn't look too bored with what I was sayin' 

Her hair looked much better than the other day 

She had her fingers 'round her hair playin' 

I saw on the telly that's a good indication 

 

She didn't offer to buy the next drink though, nay 

Suppose that's just a girl's way 

I'm tryin to think what else I could say 

Peelin' the label off, spinnin' the ashtray 

 

Yeah actually, yes, she did look pretty neat 

Her perfume smelled expensive and sweet 

I felt like my hair looked a bit cheap 

Wished I'd had it cut back last week 

 

She kept givin' me this look 'coz she would speak 

Was she only friendly or was she a keep? 

Asked if she wanted the same again to drink 

Started to turn and get up out my seat 

 

I saw this thing on ITV the other week 

Said, that if she played with her hair she's probably keen 

She's playin' with her hair, well regularly 

So I reckon I could well be in 

 

She said that her close mates all were 

Always the most important thing to her 

I said, "I thought it was a bit more blurred" 

She asked what I meant by that as she stirred 

 

I told her about the money and what had occurred 

With it goin' missing from the living room, so 

With my best mates all there standin by 

Right where I left it, under their eyes 

 

So surely one of them might have spied 

What happened to my money at that time 

I felt like they were all smilin' on the side 

She was like 'Fair Play', she couldn't say why 

 

She didn't know what all my mates were like 

And I said she just might be right 

Wish I had someone I could always rely 

Someone to get lost chattin' to all night 

 

I saw this thing on ITV the other week 

Said, that if she played with her hair she's probably keen 

She's playin with her hair, well regularly 

So I reckon I could well be in 

 

As I walked back with more drinks to our place 

She had her phone stuck to the side of her face 

I sat for a minute while she chatted away 

'Bout somethin with her Mom and her birthday 

 

Played for a bit with the same ashtray 

Thought about things while I sat and waited 

It was nice to chat about the shit in my head 

Someone who just listens to you instead 

 

I looked to the barman, wiping down again 

Looked at the football on the TV set 

Tryin to look like I weren't just waitin' there 

For her conversation to come to an end 

 

I look at my watch and realized right then 

That for three hours been in conversation 

Before she put her phone down she switched to silent 

And we carried on chattin' for more than that again 

 

I saw this thing on ITV the other week 

Said, that if she played with her hair she's probably keen 

She's playin with her hair, well regularly 

So I reckon I could well be in 

 

I saw this thing on ITV the other week 

Said, that if she played with her hair she's probably keen 

She's playin with her hair, well regularly 

So I reckon I could well be in 

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