That Boy That Girl lyrics

That boys a Hoxton Hero,
Skinny fit jeans and dressed in pink,
How he dresses I care zero,
As long as he don't steal my drink.

That girls an Indie Cindy,
Lego haircut and polka-dot dress,
I don't care if she thinks she's indie,
How she's different is anyones guess.

You've got your skin tight colours on the floor,
With all your white lies, every slut and whore,
All the band boys in your specs and sneakers,
All your bad kids tryin to blow the speaker,

I went to a rave and it got real moody,
How can a screwface have a good time?
Was he deprived of his mothers boobie?
I doubt he's lived a life of grime,
I went to a gig but nobody danced,
Everybody was far too cool,
All the kiddies they just stood there,
Is it the same at their public school?

That boys a Hoxton Hero,
Skinny fit jeans and dressed in pink,
How he dresses I care zero,
As long as he don't steal my drink.

That girls an Indie Cindy,
Lego haircut and polka-dot dress,
I don't care if she thinks she's indie,
How she's different is anyones guess.

Follow, Follow, Swallow (x2)

You've got your skin tight colours on the floor,
With all your white lies, every slut and whore,
All the band boys in your specs and sneakers,
All the bad kids tryin to blow the speaker,

I stay hard like metal,
You could never merk me,
Dirty like skettle,
I kill germs like dettol,
Get mucky,
But I will never settle.

I'm an indie limey,
Yeah but I like it grimey,
And I rave with a grin,
I'm not too cool for the next big thing,
I don't wanna f**k about,
I wanna good time and that's why I'm out,
And you look silly,
When you put on your best myspace pout

That boys a Hoxton Hero,
Skinny fit jeans and dressed in pink,
How he dresses I care zero,
As long as he don't steal my drink.

That girls an Indie Cindy,
Lego haircut and polka-dot dress,
I don't care if she thinks she's indie,
How she's different is anyones guess.

You've got your skin tight colours on the floor,
With all your white lies, every slut and whore,
All the bad boys in your specs and sneakers,
On your back yeah, tryin to blow the speaker,

You've got you skin tight colours on the floor,
With all your white lies, every slut and whore,
All the bad boys in your specs and sneakers,
On your back yeah, tryin to blow the speaker,