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Tank Top by Andy Balham

Seen you at the bus stop
Mates all acting like fools
And hanging round the offy
Asking folks to buy you booze

Normally go for sixth formers
Something about your style
Not your shirt or pleated pants
It's your knitwear that drives me wild

Chorus
I really love your tank top, it's Lyle & Scott
More cool than a jumper, you look so hot
Slip on shoes, no socks, that keyboard tie
You're my mid 80's kind of guy

Party at the weekend
Someone's folks have gone away
Steal our parent's spirits
And buy Woodpecker on the day

Hope to god you can make it
If you can then that's just brill
Your Wham-style hair is only second
To the garment that gives me thrills

Chorus

Looking back at the 80s, nostalgia seeps through me
Full of possibility, as far as we could see
Fashion was dreadful, but Miami Vice was cool
You could have been my Crockett, when you wore your sleeveless wool


Chorus x2

Tank Top by Hen

Every word reverberates thru my head
Play it back over and over
I wish I was deaf
In a quiet room
I couldn't hear what I wouldn't want to hear
Even locked away safe in some anechoic place,
I dread that I'd keep talking to you in my head
And I'm asking, "Do you forgive me yet"

Had to go bury my own heart
Just an empty chest underneath this old tank top
Lately it seems
I'm always wearing my heart on my sleeves
If I cut off these two shirt sleeves and threw them away
Would I still be begging you to stay
Would I be asking everyone, "Do you forgive me?"

Get it wrong, I get it wrong
Better change to my tank top right way, right away
I need a little armor for these two arms
I get it wrong

In a quiet room
I couldn't hear what I wouldn't want to hear
Even locked away safe in some anechoic place,
I dread that I'd keep talking to you in my head
And I'm asking, "Do you forgive me yet"

Tank Top
by Future Boy

He's got slicked back hair
And a spray-on tan
With his cold, hard stare
He's a match for any man

When he hits the beach
In his tight tank top
You can hear the schoolgirls' eyeballs pop

Tank Top Tim
I wanna be like him
So I can make it with the girls
In the back of the gym

He's just bulgin' all over
From his shoulders to his calfs
And he's always turnin' heads
With his six-pack abs

When he smiles his teeth
Seem to twinkle in the sun
When I saw him in the showers I was straight struck dumb

Tank Top Tim
I wanna be like him
So I can make it with the girls
In the back of the gym

Tank Top Tim
I wanna get with him
So I can be like the girls
In the back of the gym