Tom Odell - Son Of An Only Child Lyrics






Ripples in my soup's got me dreaming
Ten pounds on the side, baby sitting nice
She's twenty-five, she's quite a sight
She lets me stay up 'til we see headlights
And sugar drops go the extra mile
When you're the son of an only child
Yea-ea-ea-eah

Saturday night and I'm drinking
Some guy at the bar's got me thinking I'm cross
Oh, I'm cross
Hold me back
Hold me back like I'm about to attack
Oh, I'm yours
And I'm fucking wild
I'm the son of an only child
Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah

And I feel like celebrating and they're already decorating
Sticking on the other draft, no doubt
And the baby-boomer's crying
'Cause his champagne flute is dying
Sticking on the other draft, out of shame

Taking all the toys off the counter
You've got something special about you
So come on, smile
You're such a mess
How can you be sad when you're simply the best?
Let's run away
In your daddy's car
I'm sick of singing 'bout my broken heart
I'm a rocket man
And I'm a juvenile
I'm the son of an only child
Oh, yeah
Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah





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    *LYRICS*
    [Verse 1]
    Ripples in my soup's got me dreaming
    Ten pounds on the side, baby sitting nice
    She's twenty-five, she's quite a sight
    She lets me stay up 'til we see headlights
    And sugar drops go the extra mile
    When you're the son of an only child
    Yea-ea-ea-eah

    [Verse 2]
    Saturday night and I'm drinking
    Some guy at the bar's got me thinking I'm cross
    Oh, I'm cross
    Hold me back
    Hold me back like I'm about to attack
    Oh, I'm yours
    And I'm fucking wild
    I'm the son of an only child
    Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah

    [Verse 3]
    And I feel like celebrating and they're already decorating
    Sticking on the other draft, no doubt
    And the baby-boomer's crying
    'Cause his champagne flute is dying
    Sticking on the other draft, out of shame

    [Verse 4]
    Taking all the toys off the counter
    You've got something special about you
    So come on, smile
    You're such a mess
    How can you be sad when you're simply the best?
    Let's run away
    In your daddy's car
    I'm sick of singing 'bout my broken heart
    I'm a rocket man
    And I'm a juvenile
    I'm the son of an only child
    Oh, yeah
    Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah

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    This is so good <3

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    Ripples in my soup's got me dreaming
    Ten pounds on the side, baby's sitting nice
    She's twenty-five, she's quite a sight
    She lets me stay up till will see headlights
    Oh, sugar drops, go the extra mile
    When you're the son of an only child, yeah

    Saturday night and I'm drinking
    Some guy and the bar's got me thinking I'm cross
    Oh, I'm cross
    Hold me back
    Hold me back like I'm about to attack
    Oh, I'm yours
    And I'm fucking wild
    I'm the son of an only child, yeah, yeah

    And I feel like celebrating 
    And they're only decorating
    Sticking on the other draft, no doubt
    And the baby-boomer's crying, 
    'Cause it's Champagne till they die, yeah
    Stick it on the other side, out of shame

    Taking all the toys off the counter
    You've got something special about you, you hide 
    So come on, smile
    You're such a mess
    How can you be sad when you're simply the best?
    Let's run away
    In your daddy's car
    I'm sick of singing 'bout my broken heart
    I'm a rocket man
    And I'm a juvenile
    I'm the son of an only child, oh, yeah

    Yeah

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    loveeeee