To Take You Home - Frank Turner
And she doesn’t like my clothes and she doesn’t like my songs but she’s still my Mademoiselle
oh, so I drank one, it became four
and when I fell on the floor I drank more
this one’s for you
The Twang / Two Lovers
And these lovers trip and stumble down the road, and on the grass they fumble round, like a flower their love grows.