Platitudes - The Long Blondes

She knew a boy, he worked in admin

He didn’t like it but it kept his hand in

It kept him in rum and taxis

He did enough to make them notice

Every week just for twenty minutes

If she’d had her head down

He never missed a beat

He never failed to mention it

I know they’re just platitudes

But baby, who’s better at giving them to me than you?

I can’t think of anyone…

She lived at home and she worked in retail

She knew the devil was in the detail

And he was meticulous

She had a boyfriend, she had a boyfriend

She knew the small talk was rather ridiculous

But it came from the lips that she wanted to kiss

So that, as they say, was that

(And she said)

I know they’re just platitudes

But baby, who’s better at giving them to me than you?

I can’t think of anyone…

And I know you’re a friend

To all the girls

But baby, as long as you sing to me, that’s fine

I don’t mind

I don’t mind