And then a verse
Make two stabs on the verse, ready?
It's 3:45 (a.m.)
And I just bite my tongue
Update me on your life
'Cause now you 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
Would 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
But I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub off on you?
And I can still smell her perfume
(And then verse cords here)
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 her friends
Abruptly fell in love
And she was in the dust
Darling, life was streaming past
So she learned a lie
She learned 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?
♪
Stabs
And then hard
And soft
It's 3:45
The taxi's not arrived
So, I don't think that he's coming