Last Of The English Roses Lyrics - Grace/wastelands - Pete Doherty

Honey, honey 

My, you did look dapper in your mothers 

Old green scarf 

With your famous Auntie Aurthur's trousers on 

You were slapped by that slapper 

And how we all laughed 

But she laughed the loudest 

Oh in '93, you could charm the bees nees off the bees 

"Cheeky", you'd say and we all fell around 

Rolling 'round the playground 

"Saucy", you'd say and we all fell about 

Rolling 'round the playground 

In the '94, we all sang 

Skipping and dancing hand in hand 

Yeah, with all the boys together 

And all the girls together 

She's the last of the English roses 

She's the last of the English roses 

(I wish to be so whirl awake again) 

She knows her Rodney's from her Stanley's 

And her Kappa's from her Reebok's 

And her tit from her tat and Winston's from her Enok's 

It's fine and take what I 

Coming out, coming alive 

Round the snooker table 

You dance the frutti-tutti 

She almost spilled her lager 

Toasting girls of great beauty 

But the closing moved by 

Coming of age, coming alive 

All the boys together 

And all the girls together 

She's the last of the English roses 

She's the last of the English roses 

Yeah, she's the last of the English roses 

She's the last of, last of the English, English roses 

Ah, sometimes you can't change 

There'll be no place 

Ce soir, disons chez moi 

Enfin je compte de toi 

Je te drague la rose mystique 

Tu l'arrose mystique? 

Ha, vas-y c'est mon monde de soleil