Tuesday, November 8, 2022

Lyrics of Jake Bugg - Bitter Salt

Bitter Salt
(Jake Bugg)

Hang around on the weekends, darling
While we figure it out
Maybe leave on the Sunday morning
Cause I'd act tough and we'd break up
It's on, it's on

Never mind what you said last week, babe
I forgive what you've done
You come back on the Sunday evening
We go out, we live in doubt
It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on



It's getting old and it's all your fault
Because I won't do what I'm told
It makes my mind need bitter salt
It's on, it's on

Shall we go to the pictures, darling
Shall we go see what's on
Just to argue about everything
Cause when we're out, we only shout
It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

It's getting old and it's all your fault
Because I won't do what I'm told
It makes my mind need bitter salt
It's on
It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on



It's getting old and it's all your fault
Because I won't do what I'm told
It makes my mind need bitter salt
It's on, it's on, it's on

It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

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