Heavenly England Snail Trail Lyrics

Snail Trail Lyrics

The office party was fine



Quite fun till quarter past nine



Then you came to



And things got right out of hand



All eyes and arms and mouth and



So close, oh gross







Your boss comes up



Thinks we're getting on fine



I'm seeing red now



I wanna leave



But your face is in mine



You're thinking bed now







Pass the bottom stair



And I'll become your worst nightmare



I am much too good for you



You sicken me with your belief



That I must want it underneath



Don't think you're coming in for more







Too late for public transport



And taxis I can't afford



Uh-oh, lift home



Your in-car CD player



Is blaring out Liz Phair



Blow Queen: obscene







Your driving's bad



All that lager you've had



I'm getting scared now



What a relief



See the end of my street



But you're thinking bed now







Pass the bottom stair



And I'll become your worst nightmare



I am much too good for you



You sicken me with your belief



That I must want it underneath



Don't think you're coming in for more







I warn you, pass the bottom stair



And I'll become your worst nightmare



I am much too good for you



You sicken me with your belief



That I must want it underneath



Don't think you're coming in for more