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The girl who works in the record shop
She says that I am not avant garde enough
Well so what
She only works in a record shop
She only works in a record shop
And I donât give a fuck what she says or she thinks about me
Well we shot fake plastic ducks in the park
And drank cheap plastic wine out of cheap plastic glasses until it got dark
And the only thing we had to decide
Was whether and where we were going to sleep together that night
Sometimes I think that I donât know anything at all x2
And now the queen is waving to me
As I walk down the street trying to mind my own business I wish
That the queen would leave me alone
There are so many things that are far more important to me going on
And the girl who works in the record shop
She says that i am not avant garde enough
Well so what
She only works in a record shop
She only works in a record shop
And i donât give a fuck what she says or she thinks about me
And now iâm strapped in an aeroplane
Flying ten thousand miles over frozen mountains to see you again
But the only thing i learned from the flight
Was watching the birds in the bay of San Francisco at night
Sometimes I think that I donât know anything at all x2
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- Live at Maida Vale, Peel Session
- Club Anthems 2001
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- I Hate Scotland
- Girls Are Better Than Boys
- Past Lovers
- 2000-03-21 Peel Session
- Hit Music Only: A Heavenly Pop Hits Compilation
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- Silversuits for Astronauts
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