Letra de LIFE THRU A LENS, Robbie Williams



Wake up on sunday morning
everything feels so boring
is that where it ends
live your life thru a lens 

hair is the new hat, brown is the new black
she shouldn't where this, he shouldn't wear that
pleasure at leisure make mine a double
measure with friends
fashion tardis down at quo vadis
who laughs the longest who drives the hardest
pleasure at leisure make mine a double
measure with friends

just because i ain't double barrelled
don't mean i haven't travelled well
can't you tell!
Oh no it's quite appalling
your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!

Wake up on sunday morning
and everything feels so boring
is that where it ends
with your life thru a lens 

and now your boyfriend's suspicious
so go home and wash the dishes
and wash them well so he can't tell

she's looking real drab just out of rehab
i'm talking football she's talking ab fab
your clothes are very kitch
just because your daddy is rich
you sound so funny with your voice all plummy
now your cheque's just bounced better run
to your mummy
and you know it's a class act she'll never
ask for it back

just because i ain't double barrelled
don't mean i haven't travelled well
can't you tell!
Mix with the local gentry and don't crash
tarquin's bentley
i'll take the bends with our life thru a lens 
you're scared of the poor and needy
is that why you're all inbreedy?
They're just like you, they need love too

wake up on sunday morning
and everything feels so boring
is that where it ends
with your life thru a lens 

and now your boyfriend's suspicious
so go home and wash the dishes
and wash them well so he can't tell

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