“Greasy Spoon” is driven by a bass line, but the vocals provide polish and sleekness to the vehicle. Sam Fender is from Newcastle, England.
Website: http://www.samfender.com/
Lyrics of “Greasy Spoon” by Sam Fender
Sickly sweet, candied beat
In a fragrant greasy spoon
Knock back black coffee
Working 'til the afternoon
She hardly sleeps
She hardly eats
She hardly breathes
When you're in her breathing space
Cat call and white van patrol
In the streets as she walks from work
Grip hard and jeer from afar
As he sits with a drooling smirk
She hardly sleeps
She hardly eats
She hardly breathes
When you're in her breathing space
She brushes it off
Like she always does
Jogs through the subway
Disappears with a flood
I am a woman
And I am a woman
I am a woman
I am a woman
She comes over, hear her moan
The walls are paper thin
Friends come over, they pass her round
It echoes round the bend
She hardly sleeps
She hardly eats
She hardly breathes
When you're in her breathing space
She brushes it off
Like she always does
Puts on her makeup
Passes her day
As she hardly sleeps
She hardly eats
She hardly breathes
When you're in her breathing space
I am a woman
And I am a woman
I am a woman
And I am a woman
And I am your mother
I am your sister
And I am your daughter
I am a woman
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