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Andy Bown - Ps Get Lost Lyrics

I'm leaning on my elbows
Got a backbone full of hate
Been spying through your diary
Arrived at June the eighth
I'm working out your scribble
I don't like what I read
It says here "Amos Jackson
This boy sells what I need"

Well, the first of March was D-day
In the battle of your bed
It's all down here in black and white
The queen of hearts is red
So I'm tearing out the pages
Days, weeks, months and years
Gonna fry them for your supper
Served up with salad tears

P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get...

The picture's slowly building
The queen bee in her hivе
You're gonna feel my sting, girl
My hands become tеn knives
Been snooping round your palace
Found a mojo in the drawer
Two jade monkeys on a chain
And a black cat's frozen paw
P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get...

Your bed's still warm from lovin'
The sheets, they don't tell lies
The shirt that's drying by the fire
It's silk and it's not my size
Found a note pinned to the pillow
Your words bite cold as frost
"Amos Jackson's moving in"
And ends: P.S. Get lost

P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost

P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost

P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get lost
P.S. Get...