Libertines, The. Vertigo. Zeneszám

Koreema know just what it is she does

it can't be hard for her to get a buzz

Down in the street below

you can hear the drunken prophet sing

"I know what's on your mind my boy

I can see oh everything

Lead pipes are fortune made

Take a tip from me

climb up to her window ledge or you'll forever be...



Walking under ladders as the people round

you hear you crying please



who really knows just what it is she does

it can't be hard for her

to get a buzz

the rapture of vertigo

and letting go

me myself I was never sure

was it the liquor

or was it my soul?