Well, well, look at you
Little miss has to pick the wounds
And that's so literal
And you're so critical
Well, if you feel like the scars and you're cold
You can straddle the stove
I'm a man not a handbag, a friend not a servant
It is hell being right all the time
I wouldn't call this dating
I'll get to know you the hard way
Life's bittersweet that's what they say
Well, well, well, with a woman like you
Who needs to get out of bed
Well, well, well, with a woman like you
Who needs to have any friend
Come whisper in my ear a secret so profound
I'll forget to write it down
Now I'm left here with the memory of
The best and the worst thing I'll ever love
I wouldn't call this dating
I'll get to know you the hard way
Life's bittersweet that's what they say
I wouldn't call this dating
I'll get to know you the hard way
Life's bittersweet that's what they say
Aren't we the perfect mess?
Aren't we the perfect mess?
Aren't we the perfect mess?
Aren't we the perfect mess?
I wouldn't call this dating
I'll get to know you the hard way
Life's bittersweet that's what they say
I wouldn't call this dating
I'll get to know you the hard way
Life's bittersweet that's what they say
That's what they say
Something's will never change
Something's will never
Aren't we the perfect mess?
Aren't we the perfect mess?
Aren't we the perfect mess?
Aren't we the perfect mess?

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