Baby, Seasons change but people don't And I'll always be waiting in the back room I'm boring but overcompensate With headlines and flash, flash, flash, photography Don't pretend you ever forgot about me Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Wouldn't you rather be a widow Or a divorcee Style your way for fashion magazines Widow, or a divorcee Don't pretend Don't pretend We don't fight fair (We don't fight fair)
They say your head can be a prison And these are just conjucal visits People will dicect us 'till this Doesn't mean a thing anymore Don't pretend you ever forgot about me Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Wouldn't you rather be a widow Than a divorcee Style your way for fashion magazines ohh Widow, or a divorcee Don't pretend... Don't pretend
We do it in the dark With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places whoa
We do it in the dark With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair We don't fight fair We don't fight fair We don't fight fair
We do it in the dark With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places whoa
We do it in the dark With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places We don't fight fair
With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places We don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
