So do you still Think of me? While you’re masturbating slowly over Kiera on TV Clinging on There’s hope at hand Is your last romantic question – would you sleep with a dying man?
But it’s the end Last curtain call Now the band is breaking up and your big heart is feeling small Now that you’re sick You don’t belong Every colour that you loved for right is wrong
But it’s not over Like I told you What’s another drink to settle any argument?
And how I wish That you’d get thin And as shallow as I am, that is a sin You never knew I hate inside Did you think I told you truthfully, cos every one was a fucking lie
And at the end I will not call You’ll be the only one to blame, and the only one to fall Now that you’re sick You don’t belong Now then here’s a song about you – are you happy that you’re wrong?
But it’s not over Like I told you What’s another drink to settle any argument?
I’ve got a mind to hurt you now Forgive me while I take a bow Cos I know deep down in your heart this must be killing you I watch you walk away So happy that I’ll never say: “keep your mouth shut darling because I know where you live”.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
