Leftovers - Johnny Flynn
Written by：Johnny Flynn
I've been drooling
At some mangy scraps of bread
And these hungry voices
Make a lot of noise inside my head
Show me the way to the rubbish dump
Or the bins at closing time
I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile
From a fish without its prime
Been hanging round the under ground
Found a couple of crumbs down there
Was lucky and got some flotsam
From a girl with long brown hair
She said her name was Mary may
And she liked the springtime oh
She said she left the meal half ate
She said she left the crusts of toast
Left overs is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
She'd been seeing a man named Jim
I said I didn't mind
Said the second place is just my style
I'd glasses for the line
I felt she was keen to come
And I knew I'd met my match
I was sure that I had locked the door
And she had dropped the latch
Left overs is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
I said Bring your dark eyes honey
She said you bring yours
Said I don't take second glance
So she walked out the door
I walked after her it weighed me down
And asked her why she left
She said she only dealt left overs
And that all else felt like theft
Left overs is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
Left overs is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
If you see her say hello
She'll be out handing scraps
But don't be fooled her heart is ruled
By forces off the maps
Show me the way to the rubbish dump
Or the bins at closing time
I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile
From a fish without its prime
Left overs is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
