Eighty percent of lovers
Never forget their first
This significant other
Whose departure makes things worse
Well this is you down to a 't'
I can see you won't forget her
Because she met untimely death a year ago
Technically, this is appropriation by any other name
You can't have me, make me act the same
The way you treat me is inappropriate
You don't stop to think about that
Appropriation by any other name
You can't have me, make me act the same
The way you treat me is inappropriate
You don't stop to think about that
A mutual aquaintance
Claims you're wise beyond your years
With a love of conversation
Most unrivaled by your peers
Still the lingering malaise of British Rail
And whether foxes should be killed or not is her concern, not mine
Technically, this is appropriation by any other name
You can't have me, make me act the same
The way you treat me is inappropriate
You don't stop to think about that
Appropriation by any other name
You can't have me, make me act the same
The way you treat me is inappropriate
You don't stop to think about that
What will you do if I don't come back to you tonight?
I'm not always at your beck and call
I know how your mind works now
You just want a nearly new replacement
When I met you, I never wore dresses like that
But I've been sitting here for thirty minutes and you haven't said a word
But I don't have the guts to get on the bus
So I end up getting a lift back to yours and the cycle starts all over again
The cycle starts over again
Stop this man
Someone stop this, stop
Stop this man
Someone stop this man, stop this man