What A Rush letra

I wish I hadn't taken off all my clothes
Now I need them, where did they go
Paris, please, lock up your daughters
It's a (?), it's giving me orders

I can't believe those things we did
Especially now I'm sober...ish
Paris, please, lock up your daughters
It's a (?), it's giving me orders

I'm trying to leave without waking you
But I can't leave without my socks
Paris, please, lock up your daughters
It's a (?), it's giving me orders

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones
But those are just records our parents owned
I can't believe those things I said
I blame it on a rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones
But those are just records our parents owned
I pulled you down onto my bed
I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head

Last night this was a great idea
But now we're both stuck here
Paris, please, lock up your daughters
It's a (?), it's giving me orders

Under the covers, both naked
I hate to see an opportunity wasted
Paris, please, lock up your daughters
It's a (?), it's giving me orders

"Should we be doing this?
You've got a girlfriend"
"I don't know so let's try again"
Paris, please, lock up your daughters
It's a (?), it's giving me orders

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones
But those are just records our parents owned
I can't believe those things I said
I blame it on a rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones
But those are just records our parents owned
I pulled you down onto my bed
I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head

You were seen kissing
There's a scene missing
There's a scene missing
We were seen kissing
There's a scene missing
We were seen kissing
There's a scene missing
We were seen kissing

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones
But those are just records our parents owned
I can't believe those things I said
I blame it on a rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones
But those are just records that our parents owned
I pulled you down onto my bed
I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones
But those are just records that our parents owned
I can't believe those things I said
I blame it on a rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones
But those are just records that our parents owned
I pulled you down onto my bed
I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head

You like the Beatles and I like the Stones
But those are just records that our parents owned
I can't believe those things I said
I blame it on a rush of love to the head

I should be guilt-ridden
I'm just wondering where my clothes are hidden

Art Brut - Letras

• 18,000 Lira
• Alcoholics Unanimous
• Am I Normal?
• Bad Weekend
• Bang Bang, Rock & Roll
• Blame it on the Trains
• DC Comics And Chocolate Milkshake
• Demons Out!
• Direct Hit
• Don't Blame it On The Trains
• Emily Kane
• Every Other Weekend
• Fight!
• Formed a Band
• Good Weekend
• Home Altars of Mexico
• I Found This Song In The Road
• I Will Survive
• It's About Time
• Jealous Guy
• Late Sunday
• Late Sunday Evening
• Maternity Ward
• Modern Art
• Moving To LA
• My Little Brother
• Mysterious Bruises
• Nag Nag Nag Nag
• People In Love
• Post Soothing Out
• Pump Up The Volume
• Really Bad Weekend
• Rusted Guns Of Milan
• Slap Dash For No Cash
• Sound of Summer
• St. Pauli
• Stand Down
• Summer Job
• The Great Escape
• The Passenger
• The Replacements
• These Animalmenswe@r
• These Animalmenswear
• Twist And Shout
• What A Rush