7 July 2012
Many a night I said The romance here is dead The start should be fun But it's hardly begun You've dated for months He treats you like a mug No text all week Then three hours he seeks You'll work around his plan Because he is your man
The girls gather and hear We listen to your fears You hear our two pence Finally you see sense We challenge his interest He's failing the test You know it is time To say goodbye You're ready to go You already did know
Somehow he gets there first Getting dumped makes this worse I think he knew he fell from grace He wanted to do it to save face Instead he saved you a job By running his gob Now you are free Come out with me Plenty more, fish in the sea This time we'll get a good catch You deserve the perfect match
Out With The Wrong One • Opuss № I