Testo Even Stevens The Lucksmiths
I wonât lie
I donât like you whispering that way
Itâs your turn
Itâs your turn of phrase that gives you away
The games we play
One to you in the afternoon
And one to me in the evening
Seven years of Scrabble
And weâre even stevens
Come on
Your complaining is getting on my nerves
At least, at last
Youâre completely lost for words
Did you forget what you deserve?
One to you in the afternoon
And one to me in the evening
Seven years of Scrabble
And weâre even stevens
I know itâs a consequence
Of clinging to consonants
But P R L N Q F C
Spells trouble to me
Come onâ¦