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letra de the british bulldog - death of guitar pop

[verse 1]
mother’s drunk
on the hunt for a man
dolled up and tanned
piña colada in hand
i’m sat in the british bulldog bar
watching summerslam
and the familiarity
of stone cold 3:16’s
my only comfort in this foreign land

[chorus]
s-x on the beach
s-x on the beach
mother, she’s so h-rny
french-kissing a geordie
s-x on the beach
s-x on the beach

[verse 2]
things are tough
by the sea and the sand
this ain’t nothing like
what you see in them ads
i’m sat in the british bulldog bar
missing my old man
but the familiarity
of stone cold 3:16
it gives me comfort in this foreign land
[chorus]
s-x on the beach
s-x on thе beach
mother, she lеaves us three
for a hotel room orgy
s-x on the beach
s-x on the beach

[verse 3]
maria, if you’re still out there
i’d just like to say
a great, big thank you
for looking after me that day
you weren’t just a hotel receptionist
more like a guardian angel
i sort of wished you were my new mother
but knew that order was too tall
you bought me a friendship bracelet
i must admit i misplaced it
but the love you showed me
i still hold it in my heart to this day
for just one afternoon, my world felt safe
for just one afternoon, my world felt safe
for just one afternoon, my world felt safe
safe
[outro]
then it was straight back, straight back
to the british bulldog bar
then it was straight back, straight back
to the british bulldog bar
(british bulldog bar)
(british bulldog bar)
(british bulldog bar)
straight back, straight back (british bulldog bar)
to the british bulldog bar

- death of guitar pop

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