I'll only buy a book for the way it looks
Laura's feeling just ideal
That he has to leave the house at all
She stuck a finger in the air
She saw me lying in the park
I count "three, four" and then we start to slow
She walked out to the edge of town
She wasn't even looking
I'll leave them to do what they need to
Now I could tell you what I'm thinking
They've got a lot in common
This is just a modern rock song
Because she is the birthday girl
Songwriters: Isobel Campbell, Richard Colburn, Glenn Gabriel, Chris Geddes, Stevie Jackson, Sarah Martin, Stuart Murdoch
I'm not as clever as Mark Twain
Because she liked the sound of it
Stevie's full of good intentions
Stuart's staying in and he thinks it's a sin
And then I stick it on the shelf again
This is just a sorry lament
I suppose she needs a holiday
It's beyond me what a girl can see
I'll leave them to do what they want
We're four boys in corduroys
This is just a tender affair
Publisher: SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING UK LTD
She's thinking of something to do
She didn't have a single penny
But it never seems to do you good
I followed her across the city
Because a song has got to stop somewhere
I'll go and play with words and pictures
She went out to the Easter house
Emma tried to run away
She didn't recognize my face
Her horoscope was nearly perfect
I'm not as sad as Doestoevsky
This is just a modern rock song
She tried to flag down an aeroplane
She put me on the ground with judo
I'll admit I'm feeling strange
Richard's into rock 'n' roll
She took Emma by the hand
I put my arm around her waist
I'm only lucid when I'm writing songs
We're not terrific but we're competent