I'm lovesick and I'm sick of this love game
And I'm tired of hearing I'm the one to blame
Woah...
Yeah
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.
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