Local Girls - Graham Parker, The Rumour

Sit by my window and look outside, wonder why the sun don’t shine on me

What’s wrong with you, you stupid child, don’t you think that I’m the one

you’re waiting to see?

Don’t talk too much cause she falls for the suckers, makes her feel everything

is secure

Don’t ever leave a footprint on her floor

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls

She’s probably half-wit, she must be straight

Or bound to have a mother who knows nothing but hate

Don’t want her love, I’d rather knock her down

Standing at the bus stop where she waits each morning

So isolated that she thinks that the army is the place where a man ought to be

Don’t bother with them, they don’t bother me

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls

They got the walk, they got the talk, right down without a flaw

At six o’clock, I got to stop my dreaming at the counter of the store

Don’t bother with them

Without a doubt I got to intercept, must be time someone ran and shouted in

their ear

You look all right in the cheap print dress, but every time you swish it round

you make me disappear

Yes, I’m aware of exactly what I’m doing, making everything a mystery

Don’t bother with it, it don’t bother me

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with them, they don’t bother me

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother, bother, bother, bother

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with them, they don’t bother me

Don’t bother with the local girls

Don’t bother with the local girls