A.L.C - Dry Cleaning
Lyrics by：Florence Shaw
Composed by：Lewis Maynard/Nick Buxton/Tom Dowse
You can't just come in to my garden
In your football kit
And start asking questions
About who lives here
Who's asking
It's a memory of a café
That you loved
But you didn't have anyone to take there
They had a sushi counter
And a counter that did pastry and mixed salads
In Hendon
I'm tall when I'm young
I'm short when I'm old
I can't change
Lonely job
Forty-five pounds a day
A lonely job
For thirty-two pounds a day
Just take it
Things are changing
Time to shut up old actors
Time to fix old pants
Time to get fed up
Telephone call comes through the wall
Sunny day with a grey sky
A wonky parking job
For cheap chocolate mousse
Things are changing
Things are changing
You you foiled beast
You foiled beast
You foiled beast
Talk to me in the bath
Ba dum
