Fake Moustache

i said yeah, yeah, yeah
ye-ha-eah
ooh yeah, yeah
yeah
shake out your sweater
and bandy about the winter's news:
no one has got anything that i could steal
just 'cause i'm such a bad thief don't mean
i don't know when the feeling's real
no one has got anything that i could steal
i said yeah, yeah, yeah
oh i've got a cartload of worry and the rumours
they all are true
no, no, officer, we don't live here
we just come here when the evening's through
no one has got anything that i could steal!
i said, "yeah, yeah, yeah
ye-ha-eah
ooh yeah, yeah, yeah"
well, there's no decision to make
if you're saying we're lovers
than we are lovers
quite staring at me, you're such a flake
we used to be the kind of people who chafed
at the word "lovers"
and there's no way to know
there's no way to know
there's no way, there's no way to no-one has got
anything that i could steal!
i said, "yeah, yeah, yeah
ye-ha-eah
ooh yeah, yeah, yeah"
i said, "ooh la la ooh la la..."
no one has got it