Little Tom Songtext
von Spangled

Gunning full throttle, good looking Aristotle
My grandma calls me handsome, you can call me tomorrow
I′m impartial to explosions, I left half way through the Ka-boom
But I'm never too sure why I′m always on the ball
Got my head up in the clouds and my heart in Wythenshawe
Sport mode crocs and spiky hair galore

I've got stories to tell
I've found a million different people with a million different ways to hell


I′m in France eating snails, at the caravan in Wales
At the Pyramid of Giza, Get off with the Mona Lisa
If she was real, I rate probably would
Do you ever get the feeling like someone′s watching you
Do I fuck mate

I've got stories to tell
I′ve found a million different people with a million different ways to hell
And I see the bigger plan
And I can do a million things but not as good as little Tom can
Not half as good as lickle Tom can

I looked into my cousins eyes in a gob smacked state
I said, when life gives you limits, make limit aid
My smile is part of the furniture
And I've kissed as many frogs as I can
And I can do a million things but not as good as little Tom can
Not half as good as little Tom can