The Lucksmiths - Music to Hold Hands To lyrics

You can't keep a secret But you keep a diary anyway And you get away with murder Because you've got a way with words Yeah, and I know where you keep it: Under where your underwear is meant to be But usually it's all over the floor I can't see the carpet anymore If you arose by any other name You'd smell as sweet And you'd look just the same I could never understand you Hating music to hold hands to Sometimes something you can dance to Is the last thing that you need Yeah, and squandering a Sunday On a 499-piece jigsaw puzzle Doesn't trouble me one little bit One little bit! I feel like going visiting this evening Across the rooftops of North Carlton While the suburb is asleep My friends live in renovators' dreams It's as euphemistic as it seems