Oh when I saw you, you were dancing in the street
With a crooked smile, and your tired eyes were looking at me
Every so sweetly, so don’t look at me – I won’t look at you
But I should have known your flag was mast to the window
I know you thought I was no good,
Isn’t that what they tell you?
Art school girls are the same,
You never even knew my name
There’s not enough clarity in my words,
And I know you thought that I was no good
I’ll never recapture what it was that affected me,
Like a loss of charm – watching you as you act so calm,
It must have been something I didn’t say,
Because I should have known your flag was mast to the window
Oh look at you, I see straight through, now you’ve found a
better boy to suit
When the fashion changes and the music turns, I hope you eat
your indie words
Oh look at you, I see straight through, sing sha la la la
Oh look at you, I see straight through, and I know you
thought that I was no good
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