Olivia

Call up on a Friday

With your pretty little ways

Roll them right up a hill

Drawin' shapes in the carpet

Washin' down a sour taste

With a silly little smile

Push me straight down the steps

Then you leave my apartment

I know

It's Olivia, I know

If you want me to, I'll go

But, Olivia, it's you

I've been on a bitter end

Cry, baby, cry

Every now and every then

I catch a scent of your jacket

I know

It's Olivia, I know

If you want me to, I'll go

But, Olivia, it's you

I know

It's Olivia, I know

If you want me to, I'll go

But, Olivia, it's you