Kitchen broom and wooden spoon .

Everywhere
Paolo Nutini . My words about that and i have a few .

I play this song to death and man I can even play the guitar 🎸. My broom and my fingers sure can make a mighty tune . If I wasn’t strange ( which I hate ) . Well I wouldn’t be ten steps behind and held a prisoner or thinking where it’s going to go all wrong . I mean I have paid my vat in being the one used but this track kills me as it reminds me of living. You suddenly join the dots well you mind does the maths and you realise just coz your a bit broken it doesn’t mean that you can’t fall in love (but ) and with me there will always be that feeling . You know the one where it all comes undone . So it a wooden spoon and your broom in your kitchen that most probably knows you the best and they think here she goes again minus the wine and they sigh thank god for that . When is she going to draw the line with the words falling from her mouth you can’t cook with recipes from the past . I mean she’s even still kept her first cook book from seventeen. How long will this last ?.