Lyrics

I wish that you would fuck one of my friends in our bed And tell me after how she is the best you've ever had I know it must sound cruel, but it's what you've got to do Oh, for me to get over you So, crash my car and burn all of my clothes and say you'll meet me Then leave me outside in the cold and go deceive me Rip my heart out my chest until there's nothing left Oh, I'll, I'll still think you're the best I wish that I could hate your guts I wish that I could say you're a fucker Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do For me to get over you Bring her to my gig and you can kiss her in the front row Then after make me cry and say if I died, there'd be no more troubles Take her on holiday to my favourite place Oh, yeah, rub it in my face Then maybe I could hate your guts And I wish I could say you're a fucker Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do For me to get over you Over you 'Cause all the time we're friends I just can't see the end I wish that I could hate you, yeah, I really do I wish that I could hate your guts I wish that I could say you're a fucker Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do For me to get over you (I just wanna get over you) Over you, you (I just wanna get over you) Oh, twist the knife, cut me loose Wreck my life, that's what I want you to do For me to get over you
Writer(s): Philip Plested, Phillip Cook, Lily Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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