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LUVCAT Live at The Kazimier Garden.

LUVCAT Live at The Kazimier Garden. To celebrate the TikTok viral sensation of Matador, the Million and over streams of the subsequent Single release, and the general excitement surrounding the band, LUVCAT returns to Sophie's home turf of Liverpool to Play an emotional sell out gig at The Kazimier Garden, the venue where the events portrayed in the song happened just a year ago. Turn on captions for lyrics. 00:00 Let’s Face the Music & Dance. 00:47 Lipstick 04:33 Alien 08:55 Alchemy 13:13 Love & Money 17:53 The Girl Who Sleeps in the Pour-Poster Bed. 22:33 Bad Books 27:25 Me and My Man ( He's My Man ) 32:05 Matador 37:19 Dinner at Brasserie Zédel Scroll down for some fan generated lyrics to some of the songs.   / luvcatband   https://linktr.ee/luvcat.mp3   / lousmithphoto   https://linktr.ee/lousmithphoto   / lousmith_inc   Thanks to ‪@parchmento‬ and the Luvkittens Whatsapp group for the following lyrics: Me & My Man Late September in the city The sky is gray, the air is sticky I keep falling in and out of sleep Letting the sun scorch the grass Flies are knocking on the glass But they’re the only other friends I have, you see I need him so much that it hurts I wish he didn’t have to go to work And I just lie and watch the ceiling fan turn He’s my man We’re hand in hand To hell and back And I’ll love him like nobody else can He’s my man I’ve been damned No, nobody has to understand Me and my man I stay home and make his dinner Even though somehow he keeps getting thinner I wait watching the washing machine Spin round and round again I need him so much that it hurts I wish he didn’t have to go to work He keeps complaining that His vision’s blurred But he’s my man We’re hand in hand To hell and back And I’ll love him like nobody else can He’s my man I’ve been damned No, nobody has to understand Me and my man He keeps having feverish dreams That he can never ever leave He wakes, headaches Funny taste to his teeth I want him to stay here forever He’s happiest with me Cause he He’s my man And I’ll love him like nobody else can He’s my man He’s gone quite mad No, nobody has to understand Me and my man The Girl Who Sleeps in the Four-Poster Bed She’s out in the sun again Cape on her shoulder Told by some distant friend To be bolder She rose with a cavalry And fucks them all over Looks just like a debutante Swears like a sailor Pick your poppies and close both your eyes You’ve been living like this since 1985 “There’s nothing to do, nothing to be said” Said the girl who sleeps in a four-poster bed There’s room at the top they said For jokers and harlots We’re all bound by a common thread Poets and acrobats Odd little feelings Stuck in the mirror again On the ceiling Pick your poppies and close both your eyes You’ve been living like this since 1995 “There’s nothing to do, nothing to be said” Said the girl who sleeps in a four-poster bed Sweet dreams my darling Sweet dreams my babe Sweet dreams my darling I pray you never wake John’s all alone again Picking his poison Hates his fair-weather friends Still he joins them Pick your poppies and close both your eyes You’ve been living like this since 2005 “Theres’s nothing to do, nothing to be said” Said the girl who sleeps in my four-poster bed Bad Books I’m an alley cat Skulking in the black Trynna steal a kiss… or three Thought he was cute In his pin striped suit And I was on the desk at Sotheby’s And taxi cabs and golf courses Couldn’t be dragged by wild horses Don’t be mad, honey look I’ll always be in the bad books Don’t be sad, honey look It’s a much better read up I’ll always be in the bad books Crucifix above my bed It hasn’t melted yet It’s just a little wonky Do you speak French? I died a hundred little deaths Still I’m a sparkly-eyed zombie I swear I’m alright, more than okay My mind’s been warped in some wonderful ways Don’t be mad, honey look I’ll always be in the bad books Don’t be sad, honey look It’s a much better read up I’ll always be in the bad books I’m just a Victorian Lost at the playboy mansion I’m just a Victorian Lost at the playboy mansion Don’t be mad, honey look I’ll always be in the bad books Don’t be sad, honey look It’s a much better read up I’ll always be in the— Don’t be mad, honey look I’ll always be in the bad books Don’t be sad, honey look It’s a much better read up I’ll always be in the bad books In the bad books In the bad, bad, bad, bad books Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-(sing it with me)-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dadada WOOO! (Sick ass guitar solo) Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-daaaa