You thought you had a spell on me
But you realised that wasn’t true
When you recognized you haven’t told me
To sleep with two other girls
This is the physical pleasure century
The age of touching, twisting and shifting
Not a chemical sophisticate love
Only the physical pleasure century
I thought you wouldn’t handle the truth
I thought you would eventually fade away
But I’ve heard of all the things you’ve done
You forgot me and you had a threesome
I felt irrational, I felt so stupid
I didn’t even know what to feel anymore
Remembered the time you were in my arms
I realised I didn’t seize those days
And now I know she’s gone for good
I became weak and she’s got strong
I am the one who wrote this love song
She’s the one who’s giving a fuck about it
My friend alcohol pushed me up
He introduced me to some good friends of his
Hot on the oven, ready to be eaten
I’m letting it go with a payback fuck
Fuck it I don’t need her anymore
She’s the one who needs me more
I don’t care, I don’t care, and I don’t care. I don’t fucking care
I don’t really care about my feelings any longer
So baby, what do you say?
I give you two fingers but I won’t let you play
Look at me man, I’m so disgraceful
I had it all and I threw it away
She was kind and beautiful
Why do I do this all the time?
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