Put on the TV, flick through the stations
Is it the truth or a misinterpretaion?
He doesn't care all he cares about is going out tonight
He tucks his shirt in, and does his hair nice
He's got to run to catch the bus and pays full price
Ten minutes late so he takes a deep breath and then goes inside
Now he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over
He hasn't had a shave so he looks a little older
And he knows that if the truth be told he's got no chance
Yeah he's sitting on the sofa wanting to go over he changes onto doubles so he does't
as sober
All the drink oh it's making him think he's got more than a chance
So he stumbles down the hallway
His body's tired but in his mind hes wide awake
He's not thinking about the foreplay
He's just a little boy who didn't realise
You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says
You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says
You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says
You don't look with your hand you look with your eyes
All he wanted was affection
It was so rude of her to blatanty reject him in that way
Just a little misunderstanding
And now it's all too late
The fists fly in with a fury of rage
So he spills out to the garden
The windows steam up with them try to see the action from inside
Oh but please dont wake the neighbours
He's just a little lad who didn't realise
You dont look with your hands you look with your eyes he says
You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says
You don't look with your hands you look with your eyes she says
No you dont undertand you dont realise she says
You dont look with your hands you look with you eyes
Tell me what you think. Any corrections/suggestions welcome.