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This ain't a movie, that ain't a heart attack You might have the good hand But you won't be the last man I've got a little less each time there's someone new Get in the deep end Just to say we should be friends But, I don't wanna be your backup part Used to wanna conquer your whole heart Tired, crying on the salon floor I'm pretty, but I'm miserable Goodbye, good luck tryna work it out Oh, baby, it's not mathematics, it's love Had you on the kitchen floor Quiet in the parking lot Damn, that shit was wonderful Now I'm single at the tennis court Lost in the superstore Holding down a twenty-four All that's left is your T-shirt You're a bruise and it still hurts Tired, crying on the salon floor Letras de cancionesOoh, I'm pretty fucking miserable Goodbye, good luck tryna work it out Oh, baby, it's not mathematics, it's love I frequent lit locations, whipping spaceships There's no saving this ship from sailing Distant neighbours were so close Take me back when I get back home Question, three dots got me looking at restaurants, Heston Roses are red like my message was left on Bakers dozen, want my cake and 'cos of course I wanna taste of sum'n Maybe our grass would have been greener without this shade you're chucking Maybe my heart would have been cleaner without you sageing cupboards Used to dance away the demons Now your evenings be mascara staining Kleenex Blaming me gets Tired, crying on the salon floor Oh, I'm pretty fucking miserable Goodbye, good luck tryna work it out Oh, baby, it's not mathematics It's not mathematics It's not mathematics, it's love But, he don't see that From Letras Mania