[bad word] with me!)
As she walked down the street
The rain began to fall
He called out, but she passed on by
Like she never noticed him at all
Then the words of a song
Remind her of those days
Sees herself in the
face of a stranger
Sat in the station road cafe
She remembers the day
When things were going her way
Only memories remain
Of the way she used to be
The way she used to be
She stay home every night
And exagerates her past

Now he knows that the Slimcea Girl
And she lives alone in Prozac Park
All the old photographs
Were never thrown away
She looks through them for
what made her cry
Then she decides live for today
She remembers the day
When things were going her way
Only memories remain
Of the way she used to be
The way she used to be
(Why don't [bad word] with me? [bad word] with you!)
The way she used to be
Way she used to be
She'll never go back again
The way she used to be
Way she used to be
She'll never go back again
Hum?