I used to love you like stir fry But now you bore me like corned beef I silence it when you call me Girl, you should come in cruck, it's so corny One touch I used to get horny Now I don't want no vitamin C Trying to take me for a leak It's not gravy, it's straight up beef So when I see you in the streets I'll ignore you like carrots and peas Or like bees and ducks Or like lines and Es Cause I don't need you Yo, you smell like beet-root And onions I was in love with a girl from London, until she
Crossed that line Don't you ever chatter Crossed that line Don't you ever chatter Crossed that line 'Cause I'll just pack my bags and leave Feel so blue
Yeah, look I used to love you like Friday But now you bore me like Sunday Used to meet up on a Monday She knew she'll be wifey one day Without thought we'd eat food on Tuesday Somewhere like Nando's Truth is, I don't wanna make big plans though Cause I know how pear shaped it can go Still said I loved you on Wednesday And I don't care what your friends say Cause you're my girl, and you're my life, and you're my world And you went and cheated on Thursday With a guy called Germaine Look, I wanna know if it's gone past first base And how'd that start in the first place
Crossed that line Don't you ever chatter Crossed that line Don't you ever chatter Crossed that line 'Cause I'll just pack my bags and leave Feel so blue
You said you'd be faithful You said you'd be there for me And then you went and crossed that line You should be grateful That you even hear from me Cause you went and crossed that line
Don't you ever cross that line Don't you ever cross that line Don't let that cross your mind
Don't you ever cross that line Don't you ever cross that line Don't let that cross your mind
Crossed that line Don't you ever chatter Crossed that line Don't you ever chatter Crossed that line 'Cause I'll just pack my bags and leave Feel so blue
Not a lot I can really, uh, The reality of magic's actually tragic Just a hand and a rabbit and a hat Just some tricks (wow) When it's only the aroma of the polish on the stage Tragedy and comedies, painful creation A guy takes it, and take it And then he don't Your voice seems to come from way off in the smoke But that's fucking, jake with me That's fucking, safe with me Push pineapple, shake the tree
Crossed that line Don't you ever chatter Crossed that line Don't you ever chatter Crossed that line 'Cause I'll just pack my bags and leave Feel so blue
You should be grateful That you even hear from me Cause you went and crossed that line
Don't you ever cross that line Don't you ever cross that line Don't let that cross your mind