Baby, seasons change
but people don't and
I'll always be waiting
in the back room
I'm boring but
overcompensate with
headlines and
flash, flash, flash
Photography but don't
pretend you ever
forgot about me
Don't pretend you
ever forgot about me...
Wouldn't you rather
be a widow than
a divorcee?
Style your way for
fashion magazines
Widow or a divorcee
and don't pretend
d-d-d-d-don't pretend
They say your head
can be a prison
And these are just
conjugal visits
People will dissect us
till this doesn't mean
a thing anymore
uh uh
Don't pretend you
ever forgot about me
Don't pretend you
ever forgot about me...
Wouldn't you rather
be a widow than
a divorcee?
Style your way for
fashion magazines,
oh oh oh
Widow or a divorcee
and don't pretend
d-d-d-d-don't pretend
We do it in the dark
with smiles
on our faces
We're dropped
and well concealed
In secret places
a-woh oh
We do it in the dark
With smiles
on our faces
We're dropped
and well concealed
In secret places
We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair
We don't
fight fair............
We do it in the dark
with smiles
on our faces
We're dropped
and well concealed
In secret places
a-woh oh
We do it in the dark
With smiles
on our faces
We're dropped
and well concealed
In secret places
We don't fight fair....
With smiles
on our faces
We're dropped
and well concealed
In secret places
We don't fight fair....
We don't fight fair....
oh oh oh
We don't fight fair