Kate Nash-"We Get On" from 2007 album House of Bricks
Simply knowing you exist aint good enough for me
But asking for your telephone number
Seems highly inappropriate
Seeing as I can't
Even say "Hi"
When you walk by
And that time you shook my hand it felt so nice
I swear I've never felt this way about any other guy
And I never usually notice people's eyes but..
I conducted a plan
To bump into you most accidentally
But
I was walking along
and I bumped into you
Much more heavily than I'd originally planned.
It was well embarrassing and
I think you thought that I was a bit of a twat
I just think that we'd get on
Oh I wish I could tell you face to face
Instead of singing this stupid song
But yeah I just think that we might get on
So I went to that party
Everyone they were kind of arty
And I was wearing this dress
'Cause I wanted to impress
But I wasn't sure if I look my best
'Cause I was so nervous
But I carried on regardless
Strutting through each room
Trying to find you
And when I saw you kissing that girl
My heart, it shattered
And my eyes, they watered
And when I tried to speak I stu-uttered
And my friends were like "Whatever,
You'll find someone better,
His eyes are way too close together
And we never even liked him from the start.
And now he's with that tart,
And I heard she'd done some really nasty stuff
Down in the park with Michael.
He said she's easy
And if your guys with someone that's sleazy
Then he ain't worth your time
Cause you deserve a real nice guy"
So I proceeded to get drunk and to cry
I locked myself in the toilets for the entire night
Saturday night, I watch Channel 5
I particularly like CSI
I don't ever dream about you and me
I don't ever make up stuff about us
That would be considered insanity
I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in
I don't even have an opinion on that tramp
That you are still seeing
I don't know your timetable
I don't know your face off by heart
But I must admit that there is a part
That still thinks that we might get on
That we might get on
That we *could* get on
That we should get on
last night my lovely sister and i went and saw the beautifully painful "Bright Star" a Hopscotch film, starring the amazingly talented Abbie Cornish***i truley love her***a must see deeply romantic film.
Remember when we talked 'til dawn each cherishing the other's every word- remember dancing in the rain, notes pinned to pillows, hearts traced on frosty window panes, and never thinking each other's wildest dreams absurd? Then it seemed we didn't talk much any more- no dancing in the rain, no pillow-talk, or sharing dreams at daybreak, no messages of love on window panes, and somehow, writing notes became another chore- I wonder if those demons, doubt and jealousy, crept in and stole the love we shared . . . or like a bluebell lying dormant deep beneath the winter snow, will it re-awaken stronger and more beautiful in Spring, giving us another chance to show how much we care . . . ?
little, sweet girl. a romantic. lover of the earth. filled with the love of my family. inspired by fields of wild flowers. sustained by cups of tea and summer adventures. enjoy***happy happy joy joy