You fight with your right hand And caress with your left hand
Everyone I know is sick to death of you
With a tear that's a mile wide In the kite that you're flying
Everyone I know is sick to death of you
* Ever since You don't look the same You're just not the same, no way
You say clever things and you never used to
You don't catch what I'm saying When you're deafened to advice
Everyone here is sick to the back teeth of you
With a tear that's a mile wide In the kite that you're flying
Everyone here is sick to the tattoo of you
Still, you fight with your right hand And caress with your left hand
Ooh ooh ooh
Sad to say How once I was in love with you Sad to say
You don't catch what I'm saying When you're deafened to advice
Ooh ooh ooh
