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
Would be daft of me to cry
Your tongue is razor sharp
I miss when it would fight mine
Left your cœur, coeur on standby
par 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?
toi say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman
Well, I say toi need better standards
toi say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman
I say toi 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 learnt to lie
She learnt how to pretend
A drama in the futile
A means to an end
Why can't toi be a dick?
Why must toi be so nice?
It's hard for me to déplacer 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 coming
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
Would be daft of me to cry
Your tongue is razor sharp
I miss when it would fight mine
Left your cœur, coeur on standby
par 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?
toi say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman
Well, I say toi need better standards
toi say your ex-boyfriend's a policeman
I say toi 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 learnt to lie
She learnt how to pretend
A drama in the futile
A means to an end
Why can't toi be a dick?
Why must toi be so nice?
It's hard for me to déplacer 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 coming