LyricsSon of an Only Child

Tom Odell

Last update on: October 16, 2020

Ripples in my soup's got me dreaming Ten pounds on the side, baby-sitting lies She's twenty-five, she's quite a sight

She lets me stay up 'til we see headlights And sugar drops You go the extra mile when you're the son of an only child Yea-ea-ea-eah Saturday night and I'm drinking Some guy and the bar's got me thinking I'm cross Oh, I'm cross Hold me back Hold me back like I'm about to attack Oh, I'm yours And I'm fucking wild I'm the son of an only child Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah And I feel like celebrating and they're only decorating Sticking on the other draft, no doubt And the baby-boomer's crying, 'cause it's champagne flute attire Sticking on the other draft, out of shame Taking all the toys off the counter You've got something special about you, you have So come on smile You're such a mess How can you be sad when you're simply the best? Let's run away in your daddy's car I'm sick of singing about my broken heart I'm a rocket man And I'm with you tonight I'm the son of an only child Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah

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