Letra de Son of an Only Child - Tom Odell

Ripples in my soup's got me dreaming 

Ten pounds on the side, baby sitting nice 

She's twenty-five, she's quite a sight 

She lets me stay up 'til we see headlights 

And sugar drops 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 at 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 f*cking 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 already decorating 

Sticking on the other draft, no doubt 

And the baby-boomer's crying 

'Cause his champagne flute is dying 

Sticking on the other draft, out of shame 

Taking all the toys off the counter 

You've got something special about you 

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 'bout my broken heart 

I'm a rocket man 

And I'm a juvenile 

I'm the son of an only child 

Oh, yeah 

Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah 

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