December 2008
When you're all alone in your lonely room And there's nothing but the smell of her perfume Ah don't you feel like crying Don't you feel like crying? Ah don't you feel like crying? Come on, come on cry
I wish I was your favorite girl I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile I wish the way I dressed was your favorite kind of style
Vi är förlorare, vi två, sen vi var 17 år Och dom säger bla, bla, bla, bla Du fattar ingenting Och du svarar cha, cha, cha, cha Ni får mig vart ni vill