It's 3:45 (AM!) And I just bite my tongue Update me on your life And 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 it 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 But I can still smell her perfume Did it rub off on you? But I can still smell her pe