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There she was standing in a champion jumper

All the boys lined up to get her made up number

No one ever knew if they would see her again

But they tried, they tried

Tired of the red men she would cross the street

And turn her back on every green man lying at her feet

Making plans or breaking plans or not

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Dr. Martens and a worn out smile and her eyeliner ain't what it was

She talks about getting out of this city

And make up for the time that she's lost

On the highway to remedy where the exits are all out of bounds

She takes a sip from her costa as she sighs, another time

There's just too much at uni right now

There's just too much that ties me down

There's never ever gonna be enough money to bring me round

She's in a band and she's playing cool

'Cuz she is stylish with good etiquette

A boyfriend would be way too much of a hassle for one young brunette

Rock n roll is not the same as what her dad says that it used to be

And once the radio starts to play that

Hollywood pop she will leave

There's just too much at uni right now

There's just too much that ties me down

There's never ever gonna be enough money to bring me round

There she was standing in a champion jumper

All the boys lined up to get her made up number

No one ever knew if they would see her again

But they tried, they tried

Tired of the red men she would cross the street

And turn her back on every green man lying at her feet

Making plans or breaking plans or not

Heartshot

So come Friday with a gig in town and

She'll be there with the rest of the team

You can either give in to their charm

Or you can walk away from the dream

A few pints and a chat away is a night of excitement and shots

But we knew what would happen if you tried to tie any knots

There's just too much at uni right now

She's just moved up north to get high

There's never ever gonna be enough money

To bring her round

There she was standing in a champion jumper

All the boys lined up to get her made up number

No one ever knew if they would see her again

But they tried, they tried

Tired of the red men she would cross the street

And turn her back on every green man lying at her feet

Making plans or breaking plans or not

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