Well this ain't no love song, I hope you got that
You're mistaken to come here for that kind of crap
Is that a trophy gal you got there on your lap
Keep her locked up in the flat
She's always there when you get back
We don't give a damn about romance and roses
We drink through our problems, don't go in for poses
You'll find us down the pub, we're there till it closes
There has to be much more than this
You left me then, without a kiss
Running up the garden
Red dress hugs your waist
Your eyes shine up at me
It is all such a waste
I told you that I loved you
Showed you that I cared
You ask why did I choose you
Then I treat you comme une merde
Dancing at the party
Red dress hugs your waist
Your eyes are full of tears now
It is all such a waste
I told you that I need you
Showed you what I am
After all we've been through
Now you don't give a damn