I'm lovesick and I'm sick of this love game and I'm 
tired of hearing I'm the one to blame woahh ohhhhh 
ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhhh yeah
 [bad word] x2
I'm lovesick and I'm sick of this love game and I'm 
tired of hearing I'm the one to blame and I'm sick of 
you telling me to go and get dressed as if I'm the man 
you're here to impress 

Verse 1
I was [bad word] like apple pie when you left my flat 
only wearing a goodbye in your bag all my Ralph Lauren 
tops and on your feet my brand new work out Reeboks. 
You turn a smile with them [bad word] to bed eyes' but all I 
could think of is all them pork pies you kept telling 
me night after night then you'd just drop your knickers 
after every fight. Can we go on with this is this 
something to teach that the little kids who I'm trying 
to reach whoever said that romance is dead was born to 
preach because my grandparents used to ballroom dance 
on Brighton Beach And all you know is a migrain [bad word] 
and all you do is give me a migrain you [bad word] I'm shard 
be happy of a Tommy Tanker at least I'd have more money 
in the bank I'm
 [bad word] x2
Lovesick and I'm sick of this love game and I'm tired of hearing I'm the one to blame and I'm sick of you 
telling me to go and get dressed as if I'm the man 
you're here to impress

Verse 2
Now I ain't saying that the  weren't great I'm just 
saying you're beginning to grate on my mind and I can't 
keep living this life sometimes I feel like I don't 
even try. Not that you're not even noticing me creaming 
on any given possibility screaming like from Hercules 
times and when you look up I'm still in my Calvin 
Kleins. So let's just let bygones be bygones and I just 
let my songs be my songs go down to the pub and watch 
the football that I've missed can we please just end 
this with a Hershey's kiss? 
 [bad word] x3
I'm lovesick and I'm sick of this love game and I'm 
tired of hearing I'm the one to blame and I'm sick of 
you telling me to go and get dressed as if I'm the man 
you're here to impress

I'm lovesick and I'm sick of this love game and I'm 
tired of hearing I'm the one to blame and I'm sick of 
you telling me to go and get dressed as if I'm the man 
as if I'm the man as if I'm the man you're here to 
impress BLACKOUT