I'm lovesick and I'm sick of this love game And I'm tired of hearing I'm the one to blame
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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 And I'm sick of you telling me to go and get dressed As if I'm the man you're here to impress.
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 work out reeboks,
You turn a smile with them "come to bed" eyes, But all I could think of was all them pork pies. You kept on telling me not half the night Then you just open up after every fight.
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 man you're here to impress
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 man you're here to impress. Oh