Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
I'mmmmmm Lovesick
and I'm Sick of this love game an'
am Tired of hearing, I'm the one to blame
woaaaah! Yeah!
Chorus x2
I'm lovesick an' am
Sick of this love game,
I'm tired of hearing am the one to blame an'
Am sick of you telling me to go and get dressed
As if i'm the man your hear to impress
Single strum for the next few!
I was crumbled, like apple pie
When you left my flat only wearin' a goodbye
In your bag of my raplh lorenzo's
On your feet were my brand new work out reeboks.
You turn a smile, then come to bed eyes
But all I could think of was all them pork pies
You kept on telling me night after night
Then you janced up your knickers after every fight
Can we go on with this, this is something to teach
That the little kids who I'm trying to reach
Whoever said Romance is dead was born to preach
Because my grandparents used to ballroom dance on Brighton beach
An' all you know is the Migrane skank an'
All you do is give me a Migrane You skank an'
I'm sure I'll be happy with a tommy tanka'
At least I'd have more money in the banka'
Chorus x2
Verse
Now I aint saying that the sex weren't great
I'm just sayin' your beggining to grate
On my mind and i can't keep living this life
Sometimes I feel like i don't even try
Not that your even noticing me
Creaming on any given possibility
Screaming like from hercules times when you look up
Bum to see my calvin klein's though
Lets just let By gones be by gones
An' I'll just let my songs be my songs
Go down the pub and watch the football I've missed
Can we please just end this with a hersheys kiss!?