The Hotknives The last song on the Jukebox

They circle all the flats in red, it’s been a while since they have shared a bed, they’re living separate lives. He pours his half into his pint a big decision must be made tonight, they’re living separate lives. It’s been a hard and stressful day, as he turns round to her, he’s heard to gently say. Please don’t try so hard to please me. take your time girl, take it easy, like the last song on the jukebox make it last. Please don’t take it quite so fast. An ultimatum must be made, if all the time together can be saved the pressure’s building up. She want’s a home she want’s a child her days of being single, free, and wild, she’ll quietly give them up. He’s changing everything this year. but in his mind he’s known to whisper in her ear. Please don’t try so hard to please me. take your time girl, take it easy, like the last song on the jukebox make it last. Pleas