Our summer romance has reached its climax
No need to call me up and say hey
I’m a free man now
Cause it’s a Saturday night and I’m trying to pretend
I’ve got somewhere to be
Don’t make things complicated by saying you missed me
I’m dancing naked in the shower
Wishing I was there for an hour
Intercontinental flights don’t come cheap
But then you say I’m making lots of money
Yeah, I’m making enough for both of us honey
You’re broke, stop repeating yourself I’ve heard it already
Can’t get a passport because you’re a convict
I’m not the badass you say
Every girl has her day
Thought you weren’t like the rest
Then you tell me you’re jealous of my lifestyle
It’s a style of life I can’t afford
Bring me back into your life with just a word
Living for money is nothing short of absurd
Fold me in your arms like a paper airplane
I’ll be there still just wasting away
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