It′s 3:45 (a.m.)

And I just bite my tongue

Update me on your lifeAnd now you've found the one

But I don′t like his eyes

And I distrust their name

And I hate their haircut

They look like a prick (a prick)

But it's all the same

Would be daft of me to cry

Your tongue is razor sharp

I miss when it would fight mine

Left your heart on standby

By the way he holds you

Bet he serenades you

I can't really blame you

And I can still smell her perfume

Did it rub off on you?

And I can still smell her perfume

Did it rub off on you?

You say your ex-boyfriend′s a policeman

Well, I say you need better standards

You say your ex-boyfriend′s a policeman

I say you need better standards

It seems like all our friends

Abruptly fell in love

And she was in the dust

Stalling, life was streaming past

So she learnt to lie

She learnt how to pretend

A drama in the futile

A means to an end

Why can't you be a dick?

Why must you be so nice?

It′s hard for me to move on

When I don't really hate you

(I don′t really hate you)

(I don't really hate you)

(I don′t really hate you)

And I can still smell her perfume

Did it rub off on you?

And I can still smell her perfume

Did it rub off on you?

It's 3:45

Your taxi's not arrived

And I don′t think that he′s coming