Yeah, you look beautiful
As per usual
But I've always had a thing for girls
Who live their holidays indirectly through an Insta pic
I live my life on the back of a song lyric
'Bout a relationship with a high class waitress
Or a low class worker
With weekend breaks in Cambridge
From your ex when he's a bit of a lurker
Oh, there she stood
In the dress she wore just the weekend before
But she doesn't think her mates will notice
When she drinks enough to lose her focus
Oh, why she could
But if she wanted him again, she ain't sure he'd come
But she's not afraid to go and try
She's in love with the inside
Whoa, oh, oh
Ay, ay, ay, ay
And after all those words and the way he spun it
You know she'd love it but she just don't want it, no
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Yeah, you look good
I mean really good
And I'll say it to your back
I pick letters off the ground, and then I put 'em in hat, and then I sing 'em as a matter of fact
Honey, I don't know where this might go
You said, I'm "marginally wooden"
Baby now no you can't stick something
Maybe soon you'll cross the room and kiss him when he isn't looking, oh
She's absolutely adored
When he's out he's a liar
When he's home he's a bore
And he's reckless, on fire
He's a flirter on tour
She could
But if she wanted him again, she ain't sure he'd come
But she's not afraid to go and try
She's in love with the inside
Ay, ay, ay, ay
And after all those words and the way he spun it
You know she'd love it but she just don't want it
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Ohh, tried to fix you
Ohh, tried and failed
Ohh-oh, trial and error
Ohh-woah-oh, tried to apologize
But I don't mean a thing when
There she stood
There she stood
Oh, there she stood
There she stood