Part Time Lovers

Tears turn up to the party They're going home with me Digging for them like diamonds Rolling down my cheek Two champagnes and some heartache Two left feet, but I'm dancing for you Tears turn up to the party And they're coming home with me I wear my heart on my sleeve I'm sick and tired of trying to change clothes for you If we just wanna be free Maybe we're better off as part-time lovers So sad you didn't notice So sad you didn't notice that "Paris hurt more for me" West was always the last To see it going down Float on by when the silence Is drowning me out There's too many cracks on the pavement There's good days full of bad luck coming West is always the last To see it going down I wear my heart on my sleeve I'm sick and tired of trying to change clothes for you If we just wanna be free Maybe we're better off as part-time lovers So sad you didn't notice So sad you didn't notice that "Paris hurt more for me" Alone we wander Alone we wonder Alone we wander Alone we wander Alone we wander Alone we wonder Alone we wander Alone we wander