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You're my favourite bad habit |
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It's stupid |
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We never ever listen to Cupid |
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We're about as well suited as Roger |
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And Jessica Rabbit |
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And I wish I could have it |
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Just that little bit closer to some normality |
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Haven't we gone to many lengths, pennies spent |
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Still we don't make any sense |
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Either as friends or as a couple |
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If I said that I loved you I'd be lying to us both |
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The only thing we know how to do is just fuck |
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And you're just like a drug but it's never enough |
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See I tell myself it's proper but we're anything but |
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We're just a couple of kids who got drunk at a party |
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And later that night I undressed you like Barbie |
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The very next morning we both should have left it |
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A night is a night but we just didn't accept it |
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How could I not repeat with you next to me |
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Best to be sure, have some more, cause your sex is like ecstasy |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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Jeans on the floor, coat hanging on the door |
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Been there before, it don't feel right |
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You got me high as kite (when we sex?!) |
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That's why I can't stop messing around with my best friend's ex |
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Okay you started, we both should have parted ways |
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From the day we both first laid nude in our birthday suits |
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But mistakes are made |
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And with your best friends ex see the stakes are raised |
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See there's something more stimulating when you're there gyrating |
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With a girl that your mates been dating |
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Little taste from the bowl of forbiddenness food |
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And your mates still your mate cause you've hidden the truth |
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And you know you should tell him |
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As sooner not later |
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The later you leave it the more he will hate ya |
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The thought in his heads looking horrid |
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He's picturing his best friend stirring up his ex-girls porridge |
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I can't bring myself to sit down and inform him |
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When the girl that he loved left my house just this morning |
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I had to repeat with her next to me |
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Best to be sure, have some more, cause your sex is like ecstasy |
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[Chorus x2] |
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He says he misses her loads and he's telling me daily |
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Thought he'd marry her and be having a baby |
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I tell him that there's so many roads |
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And for every dead end there's other places to go |
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In his head they're still living together |
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In bed on the weekend, but now he feels weakened, they're not even speaking |
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He thought it could have lasted, and as he's telling me I feel like a bastard |
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Now me and his ex are lying there together in bed and together we've been lying instead |
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We're well aware what we are doing is wrong |
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We ain't been doing it long |
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But it's racking my brain, ain't complaining, the sex is amazing |
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It's harder to snob, frolicking like an alcoholic best in the pub |
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I'm screwing him over so the screwing is over |
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It has to be, shame, cause your sex is like ecstasy |
