Well it seems
She's got a real high tolerance for every single thing but me
And I've never seen you so tense
As you clamber over your neighbours fence again
Surely that was someone else's life
Shortly she'll be someone else's wife
I'll always be the last to join the trend
Like getting high and cruising Roona bends
Riding shotgun
He writes letters he won't ever send
And in the back seat the rest of us sleep
Round the potholes of the Roona bends
And as the car stalls, so does the conversation
Surely that was someone else's life
Shortly she'll be someone else's wife
I'll always be the last to join the trend
Like getting high and cruising Roona bends
She introduced me to the bathroom floor
And we became such close friends
Well I don't want no more
Throwing up around the Roona bends
