Sports Team - Fishing Lyrics

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Fishing

Fishing Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Fishing By Sports Team?
Well
I can't make any sense of all the letters you write It's like your pen doesn't work You're so much better in type Used to talk all the time and now we don't anymore Guess we don't have the time It doesn't work anymore If the band doesn't work just get a regular job The pressure's starting to melt into your shirt It's a lot Is there something we're missing? We go out with our friends And we sit, by the Thames Going fishing I don't need no conversation, please Well, we don't die anymore 'Cause we don't smoke anymore And we won't laugh anymore 'Cause we don't joke anymore Buy a coat and a car Buy a boat and a chain Buy a house with a moat By a beautiful stream Buy a phone with a plan Buy a villa abroad By the Portuguese Coast Or the Cote d'Azur And we can go swimming! We go out with our friends And we sit, by the Thames Going fishing I don't need no conversation, please Oh, the songs they're singing They're just the kind that we like You're brushing dust from your knuckles But I'm too pretty to fight I've been reeling the line in I've been playing for days If the joke isn't landing Well I'd be happy to wait We go out with our friends And we sit, by the Thames It's all clear now All those happy smiling faces I don't need no conversation, please! If you don't love me Oh I don't mind We'll just sit and watch the tides |
Who Wrote Fishing By Sports Team?
Alexander Rice, Alexandra Greenwood, Benjamin Mack, Henry Young, Oliver Dewdney, Robert Knaggs
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