Song | Rainy Day Girl |
Artist | Suede |
Album | Instant Sunshine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Sad as a story, my rainy day girl | |
Sat on her hands in a sugar-free world | |
Mimed in a million video games | |
Bad to the bone like the garbage she's made | |
And the whole world is calling you | |
Like a stranger stalling for you | |
Like the pollen falling | |
Falling for you | |
Caught like a bug in a jar by the door | |
Sat like a specimen made to perform | |
She sits in her armchair and flutters and sighs | |
Bad to the bone like the garbage inside | |
She cries | |
And the world is calling you | |
Like a stranger stalling for you | |
Like the pollen falling | |
Falling for you | |
And the world is calling | |
Like a stranger stalling | |
Like the pollen that's falling | |
Falling for you | |
Sad as a story, my rainy day girl | |
Sat on her hands in a saccharine world | |
And I'm just someone who remembers her name | |
Bad to the bone like the garbage she's made | |
And the world is calling you | |
Like a stranger stalling for you | |
Like the pollen falling | |
Falling for you | |
Round the kerbs they're crawling | |
Round the backstreets they're bawling | |
Down the escalators they're falling | |
Falling for you |
Sad as a story, my rainy day girl | |
Sat on her hands in a sugarfree world | |
Mimed in a million video games | |
Bad to the bone like the garbage she' s made | |
And the whole world is calling you | |
Like a stranger stalling for you | |
Like the pollen falling | |
Falling for you | |
Caught like a bug in a jar by the door | |
Sat like a specimen made to perform | |
She sits in her armchair and flutters and sighs | |
Bad to the bone like the garbage inside | |
She cries | |
And the world is calling you | |
Like a stranger stalling for you | |
Like the pollen falling | |
Falling for you | |
And the world is calling | |
Like a stranger stalling | |
Like the pollen that' s falling | |
Falling for you | |
Sad as a story, my rainy day girl | |
Sat on her hands in a saccharine world | |
And I' m just someone who remembers her name | |
Bad to the bone like the garbage she' s made | |
And the world is calling you | |
Like a stranger stalling for you | |
Like the pollen falling | |
Falling for you | |
Round the kerbs they' re crawling | |
Round the backstreets they' re bawling | |
Down the escalators they' re falling | |
Falling for you |
Sad as a story, my rainy day girl | |
Sat on her hands in a sugarfree world | |
Mimed in a million video games | |
Bad to the bone like the garbage she' s made | |
And the whole world is calling you | |
Like a stranger stalling for you | |
Like the pollen falling | |
Falling for you | |
Caught like a bug in a jar by the door | |
Sat like a specimen made to perform | |
She sits in her armchair and flutters and sighs | |
Bad to the bone like the garbage inside | |
She cries | |
And the world is calling you | |
Like a stranger stalling for you | |
Like the pollen falling | |
Falling for you | |
And the world is calling | |
Like a stranger stalling | |
Like the pollen that' s falling | |
Falling for you | |
Sad as a story, my rainy day girl | |
Sat on her hands in a saccharine world | |
And I' m just someone who remembers her name | |
Bad to the bone like the garbage she' s made | |
And the world is calling you | |
Like a stranger stalling for you | |
Like the pollen falling | |
Falling for you | |
Round the kerbs they' re crawling | |
Round the backstreets they' re bawling | |
Down the escalators they' re falling | |
Falling for you |