Barstool Beauty Testo

Late night whispers where it all begins
When you don❝t know truly those that are your friends
From the backstreet tales of mass violence
To the twisted scripts of a fake romance
From the stolen cars to the dodgy deals
To the half a' pound a week he steals
To the Austin martin in his drive
To the false Thai beauty to be his bride
And it❝s all....
And it❝s all...
And it❝s all...
Barstool beauty, barstool beauty, no more
Foreign exchanges set out on the table
To a secret brothel to be set in Avon
From a broken pension to a broken heart
Property investment is the place to start
From the back hand hundreds placed under the table
To a bag of powder with a white set label
To the dodgy cads that are in the sales
To an English veteran with wartime tales
And it❝s all....
And it❝s all...
And it❝s all...
Barstool beauty, barstool beauty, no more
Times of scrapping away, in bar fights
To the pissed up memories of the lock in nights
To wake up for it to be a memory
To the harsh reply that it❝s a drunken story...