Hanging With The Wrong Crowd – Ed Harcourt – letras

Hey baby Jane, you have been climbing down the drainAnd you run in the rain to the playground climbing frameAnd the air seems so good and moist and coolWhen you meet him by the swimming poolWhat’s a girl to do?When you’re locked up in Mother Goose’s shoeAnd you’re hanging, you’re hanging, you’rehangingWith the wrong crowdAnd you’re hanging, you’re hanging, you’re hangingWith the wrong crowdDad owns a bank and is know by the name of HankAnd your Mum hates your pranksAnd she gives The Almighty thanks, for your foodWhich is rank and puts him in a dangerous moodAnd it’s true they hate your friends like youWhat’s a girl to do?When you’re yearning for something newAnd you’re hanging, you’re hanging, you’re hangingWith the wrong crowdAnd you’re hanging, you’re hanging, you’re hangingWith the wrong crowd