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your style - the strange days lyrics

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[verse 1]
your boyfriend wears a pink shirt
as he stumbles through my bas*m*nt
with his underwhelming, oversharing
and patronising accent

[verse 2]
he doesn’t like the coat i’m wearing
but has shown no signs of caring
except the backwards smiles
and soul*less eyes
his face cannot help bearing

[refrain]
but oh my
he likes your style
oh my
he says he likes your style

[chorus]
well he’s a bleach*blond rich b*tch
yuppy motherf*cker, come on

and he’s coming down
on colombia’s finest son

the blues come through
but you know he doesn’t have to run

he’s a bleach*blond rich b*tch
yuppy mother f*cker, come on

[refrain]
and oh my
he likes your style

[verse 3]
the bars that we frequent
serve the ladies and the gents
their pints at three percent
at prices rather confident

[verse 4]
he’s less about the journey
and more the desperation
he can’t abide in your mind
thoughts above your station

[refrain]
oh my
he likes your style
oh my
he says he likes your style

[chorus]
well he’s a bleach*blond rich b*tch
yuppy motherf*cker, come on

and he’s coming down
on columbia’s finest son

the blues come through
but you know he doesn’t have to run

he’s a bleach*blond rich b*tch
yuppy mother f*cker, come on

[refrain]
and oh my
he likes your style

[instrumental break]

[refrain]
well oh my
he likes your style
oh my
he likes your style

[chorus]

well he’s a bleach*blond rich b*tch
yuppy motherf*cker, come on
and he’s coming down
on colombia’s finest son

the blues come through
but you know he doesn’t have to run
he’s a bleach*blond rich b*tch
yuppy mother f*cker, come on

[refrain]
and oh my
he likes your style

- the strange days lyrics

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