Deloris - Good Parts lyrics

She's caring less and less For all the people at her work Unbu*toning her shirt She breathes and shuts her eyes Watches the light Make all the little White blood cells Float across her eyes Pushes on the door All her weight behind her toes Sends power to the globes Throws her keys down and clears her throat Watches them slide into the phone Before she gets the guts to go Help i've f**ed this up I'm a storm in a t-shirt If we made this up Would all the good parts still work He can notice rust On the ringlets of his shoes And yet he seems to lose The detail in the way she likes to lean On the seams of his jeans Until she gets the urge to move It's a hot debate that always centres on The lyrics to their song And if he's talking 'bout the one that goes To all the shows and how he knows She's going to do his head in When he sings i've f**ed this up I'm a storm in a t-shirt If we made this up Would all the good parts still work Help i've f**ed this up I'm a storm in a t-shirt If we made this up Would all the good parts still work So i f**ed this up I'm a friend not a teacher And so i made this up Didn't all the good parts still work