Finest Hour Songtext

von The Courteeners

If I gave you my finest hour
Would you stick around?
Coz I'm sick of giving my favourite rhymes
To the girls who just leave town
One got married and one had kids,
One out-priced me in West Dids
And when I see her I try and make amends
She put her foot down in a fellas bed

You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
Its a fact

One did one to Echo Park
With an old penpal whose now a [?]
She sent my boxes one by one
On Fedexes X-mas's and was

And as I unpacked the Eric shirt
And the national prints from the last concert
I thought I'll probably never see that girl again

You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
Its a fact

You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
Its a fact