Hey you
Yeah I'm talking to you J
Why would you do me the way you did
Then you cry
Dopey eyes so was this all you
Or the spokesmen of translation
Why would you play break my heart
Crying over spilled milk
Fraudulent histories and unspoken myths
Mice trap on the sofa and coronation street
A little bit of Eastenders
Rocking back and fourth
Even with book in hand and exams in the morning
No way
I won't come back to the same ole love
Same ole games
Secrets exposed and I'm trapped in the blackmail
I ain't afraid
I am sick of this same ole love
I ain't 16 anymore
My head is banging
My body is running away with me
Same game
Same everything
No romance, no love, no conversation
No affection
The only way you show me is in the bedroom
I am so sick of this stupid love
I am not a page 3 model for your desires
I just want your love to be real
I just want us to be real