I'm lovesick and I'm sick of this love game and I'm
tired of hearing I'm the one to blame woahh ohhhhh
ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhhh yeah
Chorus:x2
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
Verse 1
I was crumbled like apple pie when you left my flat
only wearing a goodbye in your bag all my Ralph Lauren
tops and on your feet my brand new work out Reeboks.
You turn a smile with them 'come to bed eyes' but all I
could think of is all them pork pies you kept telling
me night after night then you'd just drop your knickers
after every fight. Can we go on with this is this
something to teach that the little kids who I'm trying
to reach whoever said that romance is dead was born to
preach because my grandparents used to ballroom dance
on Brighton Beach And all you know is a migrain skank
and all you do is give me a migrain you skank I'm shard
be happy of a Tommy Tanker at least I'd have more money
in the bank I'm
Chorus:x2
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
Verse 2
Now I ain't saying that the sex weren't great I'm just
saying you're beginning to grate on my mind and I can't
keep living this life sometimes I feel like I don't
even try. Not that you're not even noticing me creaming
on any given possibility screaming like from Hercules
times and when you look up I'm still in my Calvin
Kleins. So let's just let bygones be bygones and I just
let my songs be my songs go down to the pub and watch
the football that I've missed can we please just end
this with a Hershey's kiss?
Chorus:x3
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'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
as if I'm the man as if I'm the man you're here to
impress BLACKOUT
