I know It's creepy. But I thought this haunted shithole flat Was a good place to meet, To reopen Every wound. What a fun way to spend a Saturday Especially for you.
I know My nails look sweet. I will work them into every shot Even his P.O.V. My flip phone Is a piece of shit, so Let me call you right back on my brand new Motorola brick phone. Let's try this one Speak into the cup. Man, technology sucks.
I'll just go yell outside Here's a phone I haven't tried. Okay, now I hear you clearly On my chiquita phone. Your voice sounds so delicious And full of potassium.
I'm the dumper this time (Why'd she dump him?) I treated him like dog shite (She kicked and punched him) Didn't mean to hog the umbrella The loo and the bed And I'm sorry for always wearing A Go Pro on top of my head
Shalom Buenas dias I forgot how to say "hi" in English Temporarily-ish. Hey bro Don't be cheeky Or I'll write a lovely ballad About how you used to beat me. I'm just kidding You still can't take a joke. I'm so glad we spoke.
I won't use your real name, Steve (Steve McGuffin) I just swallowed a thousand leaves (That's disgustin') I got sick of eating spaghetti For every meal. So I gave you an atomic wedgie And I hope your crotch healed.
I've been a ghost this whole time (Just like Swayze) You're singing about a made-up guy (She's crazy) You've been home all day long and The flat's a pigsty Quit pretending you're a ghost and Clean up those dead flies on the sill.