When this song became my favourite song
I wrote the list it sat on top
For weeks it pushed the others down down
But I never reached the bottom of the list

And I would cry and cry
Cause it would lie and lie
And I would cry and cry
Cause it would lie and lie

Fast forward one month

When this song became my favourite song
I wrote that list with it on top
For weeks it pushed my favourite song down
Second third and fifth
But I never reached the end of that list
Time has torn that list to pieces I know

And I would cry and cry
Cause it had lied and lied
And I would cry and cry
Cause it had lied and lied

Why did that song have to lie to me
Why couldn't it be just another
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on

For years I put my faith in print
As if the [bad word] could be discovered there
My list could hold my soul intact
Like paintings like 
Photographs

Why did my song have to lie to me
Why couldn't it be just another
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
It was the wrong song as long as this went on
I never should have put my favourite song on the list
I never should have put my favourite song on the list
I never should have put my favourite song on the list
I never should have put my favourite song on the list
I never should have put my favourite song on the list
I never should have put my favourite song on the list
I never should have put my favourite song on the list