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I'm lovesick and I'm sick of this love game
and I'm tired of hearing I'm the one to blame.
I'm lovesick and I'm sick of this love game
and I'm tired of hearing I'm the one to blame.
And I'm sick of you telling me to go and get dressed
as if I'm the mane you're hear to impress. x2
I was crumbled like apple pie,
when you left my flat only wearing a goodbye.
In your bag were my Ralph Lauren tops,
On your feet were my brand new workout Reeboks.
You turn a smile with those come to bed eyes,
but all I could think of were all them pork pies.
You kept on telling me night after night,
Then drop just your knickers after every fight.
Can we go on with this,
this is something to teach that the little kids
who I'm trying to reach.
Whoever said romance is dead wasborn to preach,
because my grandparents used to
ballroom dance on Brighton beach.
All you know is the migraine skank and,
all you do is give me a migraine you skank.
I'm sure I'd be happy with a tommy tank,
at least I'd have more money in the bank.
I'm lovesick and I'm sick of this love game
and I'm tired of hearing I'm the one to blame.
And I'm sick of you telling me to go and get dressed
as if I'm the mane you're hear to impress. x2
All you know is the migraine skank and
all you do is give me a migraine you skank.
I'm sure I'd be happy with a tommy tank,
at least I'd have more money in the bank.
Not that you're even noticing me,
creaming on any possibility,
screaming like from Hercules times.
When you look up I'm still in my Calvin Kleins.
So, let's just let bygones be bygones,
and I'll just let my songs be my songs.
Go down to the pub and watch the football I've missed.
Can we please just end this with a Hershey's Kiss?
I'm lovesick and I'm sick of this love game
and I'm tired of hearing I'm the one to blame.
And I'm sick of you telling me to go and get dressed
as if I'm the mane you're hear to impress. x4
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