Arab Strap - Toy Fights Lyrics

Bored at home, nothing to do but eat
I'll give you a phone
And you can come along the street

You, I'll bring the junk food
I'll, you
(Can)
Hire the tape
We can sit and poke fun at each other's shape

Water pistols at dawn, we were soaked to bits
Then you, I tried to bite me, you
So I, you hand-held hovered your, my tits

Toy fights on the floor, both drunk and drugged
Out of breath when we stopped
Then we sat on the stairs and hugged