Perfume
It’s 3:45 a.mAnd i just bite my tongueUpdate me on your lifeAnd now you’ve found the one
But i don’t like his eyesAnd i distrust their nameAnd i hate their haircutThey look like a prick
But it’s all the sameWill it be daft of me to cry?Your tongue is razor sharpI miss when it would fight mine
Left your heart on standbyBy the way he holds youBet he serenades youI can’t really blame you
And i can still smell her perfumeDid it rub off on you?And i can still smell her perfumeDid it rub off on you?
You say your ex-boyfriend’s a policemanWell i say you need better standardsYou say your ex-boyfriend’s a policemanI say you need better standards
It seems like all our friendsAbruptly fell in loveAnd she was in the dust
Darling life was streaming pastSo she learnt to lieShe learnt how to pretendA drama in the futileA means to an end
Why can’t you be a dick?Why must you be so nice?It’s hard for me to move onWhen i don’t really hate you…
And i can still smell her perfumeDid it rub off on you?And i can still smell her perfumeDid it rub off on you?
It’s 3:45Your taxi’s not arrivedAnd i don’t think that he’s coming
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