You’ve got an addiction, unrealistic mission
Cigarettes and alcohol, you’ve lost yourself
Tellin’ the same stories, you did all it last week
The bar is closed and darlin’, please put that bottle down
One, two, three, four
Come on babe, there’s the door
Five, six, seven, eight
I’m your girlfriend, not your mate
Seven, eight, nine, ten
If you go down, you won’t get up again
Four, three, two, one
He’s going, going, gone
Sorry, Mr Einstein, it’s already past your bedtime
Actin’ big and talkin’ shit, get over yourself
I’m sure you would go very far if you even had a car
But I hate to inform you’re still livin’ in your mother’s house
One, two, three, four
Come on babe, there’s the door
Five, six, seven, eight
I’m your girlfriend, not your mate
Seven, eight, nine, ten
If you go down, you won’t get up again
Four, three, two, one
He’s going, going, gone
He’s going, going, gone
Someone called a taxi, you were sick in the back seat
Everybody’s tryna calm you down
Tell me what you’d do if I wasn’t with you
And there was nobody else around
Someone called a taxi, you were sick in the back seat
Everybody’s tryna calm you down
Tell me what you’d do if I wasn’t with you
And there was nobody else around
One, two, three, four
Come on babe, there’s the door
Five, six, seven, eight
I’m your girlfriend, not your mate
Seven, eight, nine, ten
If you go down, you won’t get up again
Four, three, two, one
He’s going, going, gone
He’s going, going, gone
He’s going, going, gone
He’s going, going, gone
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