Letras
You've got an addiction, unrealistic mission
Cigarettes and alcohol, you lost yourself
Telling the same stories, you did all it last week
The bar is closing, darling, please, put that bottle down
One, two, three, four
Come on, babe, there's the door
Five, six, seven, eight
I'm your girlfriend, not your mate
Seven, eight, nine, ten
If you go down, you won't get up again
Four, three, two, one
He's going, going, gone
Sorry, Mr Einstein, it's already past your bedtime
Acting big and talking shit, get over yourself
I'm sure you would go very far if you even had a car
But I hate to inform you're still living in your mother's house
One, two, three, four
Come on, babe, there's the door
Five, six, seven, eight
I'm your girlfriend, not your mate
Seven, eight, nine, ten
If you go down, you won't get up again
Four, three, two, one
He's going, going, gone
He's going, going, gone
Someone call a taxi, you were sick in the back seat
Everybody's tryna calm you down
Tell me what you'd do if I wasn't with you
And there was nobody else around?
Someone call a taxi, you were sick in the back seat
Everybody's tryna calm you down
Tell me what you'd do if I wasn't with you
And there was nobody else around?
One, two, three, four
Come on, babe, there's the door
Five, six, seven, eight
I'm your girlfriend, not your mate
Seven, eight, nine, ten
If you go down, you won't get up again
Four, three, two, one
He's going, going, gone
He's going, going, gone
He's going, going, gone
He's going, going, gone