Lyrics: It’s 3:45 (AM) And I just bite my tongue Update me on you life And now you’ve found the one But I don’t like his eyes And I distress their name And I hate their haircut They look like a prick But it’s all the same Will 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 But I can’t really blame you And I can still smell her perfume Did it rub of on you I can still smell her perfume Did it rub of on you You say your exboyfriends a police man Well I say you need better standards You say your ex boyfriends a police man I say you need better standards It’s seems like all our friends Abruptly fell in love And she was in the dust Darling life was streaming past So she learned to lie She learned 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 of on you It’s 3:45 Your taxis not arrived And I don’t think he’s coming
Lyrics:
It’s 3:45 (AM)
And I just bite my tongue
Update me on you life
And now you’ve found the one
But I don’t like his eyes
And I distress their name
And I hate their haircut
They look like a prick
But it’s all the same
Will 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
But I can’t really blame you
And I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub of on you
I can still smell her perfume
Did it rub of on you
You say your exboyfriends a police man
Well I say you need better standards
You say your ex boyfriends a police man
I say you need better standards
It’s seems like all our friends
Abruptly fell in love
And she was in the dust
Darling life was streaming past
So she learned to lie
She learned 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 of on you
It’s 3:45
Your taxis not arrived
And I don’t think he’s coming
THANK YOU TOMMY
love this song
thank you