European Lover - Little Man Tate

Would believe me, if I told you that I’m sorry

I didn’t mean to make you sad

When I heard that you were leaving home to travel

I didn’t get chance to take it back

But what I wanna know is…

How was London, how was Crete?

How was Amsterdam and gay Parie?

How was Barcelona and Sciliy?

And did you spare a little thought for me?

Did you spare a little thought for me?

(Oh Angelene)

Did you spare a little thought for me?

Do you remember when we queued outside forever?

Just to go and get IDed

I walked you home, you blagged a bottle of Sambucca

And you tasted of Aniseed

But what I wanna know is…

How was London, how was Crete?

How was Amsterdam and gay Parie?

How was Barcelona and Sciliy?

And did you spare a little thought for me?

(Oh Angelene)

Did you spare a little thought for me?

(Oh Angelene)

Did you spare a little thought for me?

I saw your dad last week

He told me you’d got married

He was glad you settled down

I told him if you ever came back home to visit

To ask you to pop around

Cause what I wanna know is…

How was London, how was Crete?

How was Amsterdam and gay Parie?

How was Barcelona and Sciliy?

And did you spare a little thought for me?

(Oh Angelene)

Did you spare a little thought for me?

(Oh Angelene)

Did you spare a little thought for me?

How was London, how was Crete?

How was Amsterdam and gay Parie?

How was Barcelona and Sciliy?

And did you spare a little thought for me?

(Oh Angelene)

Did you spare a little thought for me?