It's 3:45 (AM) And I just bite my tongue Update me on your life And now you've found the one But I don't like his eyes And I distrust their name And I hate their haircut They look like a prick (a prick)
But it's all the same Will it be daft of me to cry? Your tongue is razor sharp I miss when it would fight mine Left your heart on standby By the way he holds you Bet he serenades you I can't really blame you
And I can still smell her perfume Did it rub off on you? And I can still smell her perfume Did it rub off on you?
You say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman Well, I say you need better standards You say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman I say you need better standards!
It seems like all our friends Abruptly fell in love And she was in the dust Darling, life was streaming past So she learnt to lie She learnt how to pretend A drama in the futile A means to an end
Why can't you be a dick? Why must you be so nice? It's hard for me to move on When I don't really hate you (I don't really hate you) (I don't really hate you) (I don't really hate you)
And I can still smell her perfume Did it rub off on you? And I can still smell her perfume Did it rub off on you?
It's 3:45 Your taxi's not arrived And I don't think that he's comingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
