Sour Little Sweetie The View

[Verse]
Always in the bad books
It’s not how it looks, born to be a pawn
End up being rooks, we weren't given we just took
Good people can end up being crooks, oh-ho
Whoa-ho!

[Pre-Chorus]
I danced the heel off my black boot, the feather off my hat
Looked the devil in the eye, said, "There's no turning back"

Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that
Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that

[Pre-Chorus]
I danced the heel off my black boot, the feather off my hat
Looked the devil in the eye, said, "There's no turning back"

[Chorus]
Sour little sweetie, little sweeter than the rest
Like my violet thistle my hairs always a mess
So, darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head's a mess, don't you know?

[Verse]
And never into good looks
I know the mighty river
Was started with the babbling brook
I stomped my foot, the whole world shook
Firmly with the knowledge that this is not a fluke
Oh no