Let's steal some bikes
You and I, we think alike
And you're pretty too
And you go to sleep
And you always do what's right
She slams the door
Won't you condescend me more
Won't you write the door code down
Zero, one, seven, nine
In your phone
Time to make ends meet
Fetch the pliers
Comfy leather seat
Big round tires
All for you
I still feel small
There was nothing on your wall
There was nothing seperating your apartment from the hall
Look what you've done
Nothing about this was fun
Now you're crying on the car park floor in front of everyone
Two, three, four, burn me
I'm all rotten
That just don't concern me
I've not forgotten
What you did
And I've not forgotten what I said
There's something up inside my head
And it goes la la la la la
Oh oh oh
There's something wrong
I think we're done
La la la la la
Oh oh oh
Let's steal some bikes
Let's steal some bikes
La la la yeah Tracy Beaker
She partied too hard and messed up her speaker
Everyone's in love
Everything's in place