She could have waited till I got home, Now she's on the train while I'm on my own.
First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me, At lunch break we were fightin' on the phone. This evenin' I bought back DVDs but I'm alone with the tv.
It was nearly full time on the clock watchin' Fulham v Man U On the big plasma, as my head turned 'round I scanned you And true ask for your digits 'cos my attitude is can-do And you played it cool waited 2 days then I rang you
We skipped the dinner part went straight to the cinema, But back in a car one thing led to an other thing and quite rapidly Sweet, a real treat, took her home to be discrete, Ended up getting hot and bothered on the three piece suite, And though I didn’t choose it, Jools Holland was the background music, On the tv sparks flew like a fuse lit "Down was lift" Few weeks gone we were like Ross and Rachel, Insatiable, bought you a candy floss lip gloss and a facial, I could still taste you, even when you gone out the door, I’d face you, sittin' on the sofa, lofas for sure, didn’t care anymore, If there was nothing on the BBC we got a DVD, Then we sat alone with the tv
First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me, At lunch break we were vibin on the fone. This evenin I bought back DVDs but I'm alone with the tv.
Aah shit! I been dreaming again, this is summit chronic, Spilt ma gin and tonic on ma wallet playin' Sonic on my brand new flat screen Panasonic, That was then this is now, what a little cow Think your fucking clever take a fucking bow, Your a sick bitch, you disavowed I just gone and got you that jacket you liked from reese, Plus I came home with the latest release my mates said it made them crease, Packets of malteasers and a few breezers, Then you gone and cleared out the whole flat, all except for the freezer (jesus), Jesus you even took my blender I used for my fruit juice, I sensed that before you must have a screw loose, it's truth, Dunno wot it was you jus seemed a bit mental, You were fierce, Bit like stuart pierce when I asked for the money that I’d leant you, And that's why it ain't really a shock, that you run a mock In your Clio with the guy that look a little bit like Rio, You just left me with a clip of you getting rinsed hard by your new bloke, So I stuck it on the next love trust that ain't a joke.
First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me, At lunch break you were vibin on the fone. This evenin I bought back DVDs but I'm alone with the tv.
As I wipe my runny nose on my sleeve I can't believe, You’d leave, Also I’ve clearly run out of Kleenex, You’ve taken them too your a mean ex Plus you even nabbed a couple of my vee necks When you left your day job, I shoulda known it was me next. You didn’t give a reason, for you leaving, Was it 'cos of in Piccadilly It was pretty chilly and I left you there freezing sneezing with a cold, I sold it, my apologies for my methodology, There was love there I was getting hot under the collar see, Wait, nah, that's too basic let's face it, My idea didn’t take you to the ivy on my first paycheck, I needed a raincheck, I was rude in the worst way, On your bloody birthday I forgot What, your card... Even though it was a Sunday and one way Clintons was closed, I cudda gone and got you a rose, I froze on the way to the market I suppose it was too late, I’d already kissed her, See I tried to resist her but I should have never banged your sister
First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me, At lunch break you were vibin on the fone. This evenin' I bought back DVDs but I'm alone with the tv.
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