The Girl From The Coast - Rehearsal

Could I fall deep in love with the girl from the coast
 She looks so neat, she looks so smart
 Dressed in her dead grandmothers clothes
 In her hand she holds the knife
 That cuts the bread that I will eat
 I'll see she prays, I'll see she sleeps
 And I will see she cleans her teeth
 I'm wasting her time with fickle heart and fickle mind
 I think it's high time
 We started wearing clothes that suit our age
 Chocolate is the gift she delivers in a box
 That she grips far too tightly, so knuckles all turn white
 But her mind is alert, she can see that I'm aware
 That my eyes no longer care whether we're bruising hips tonight
 And if we both stopped smoking cigarettes
 We had have cash for the drugs, we haven't taken yet
 If we got drunk maybe we'd forget
 That our nights have been filled with bad sex