People Like You Songtext / Lyric

Sex is the open sesame

To a rich mans eyes

And I am not prepared

To be patronised

To compromise, to sanitise

My ugly tongue cold eyes



And babe you know you'd better watch those incriminations

Watch what those fingers do

'Cause life has a funny way

Of pointing those fingers

Back at you



And she can be a hole in the mattress

Of a back alley bedroom

Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with

People, people like you

People like you






And sweetheart I think you should let me hold your grudge for you

I'm a little better qualified and a lot more willing too

And she just sits there looking vacant like they always do

Well you never know anyone, anyway

I never even knew myself, myself until today

Now my life's a newspaper with some pages blown away



And she can be a hole in the mattress

Of a back alley bedroom

Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with

People, people like you

People like you



What does this

What does this

What does this smile

What does this

What does this

What does this smile

What does this

What does this

What does this smile do for you?

Does it do it for you?



She can be a hole in the mattress

Of a back alley bedroom

Where each frame of her life is blue and stained with

People, people like you

People like you

Will do people like you

Like they're not supposed to



Know so many people like you