Toy Flights Lyrics - Arab Strap

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 hoovered 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.