Cliche

I miss you babe,
I want you here by my side
And when I saw you leave
I knew I shouldn't have lied,
And can I say I'm sorry,
She meant nothing to me at all.
I'd had a few too many,
'Cos the cocktails were free,
She was a 3rd rate lover in a WC,
I can't believe how trickly this is going to be
For us all, this is all I can do ...
So I'm selling my soul to write you a cliche, I'm telling you man it's not all that hard.
Stuck here in a Hollywood movie,
Do you see through me?
This is the first time
Anyone has cheated on me,
I didn't see it coming,
What a fool I can be,
I hope that she was worth it,
Was she better than me at all?
Is this all you can do?
Well you're
Selling your soul to write me a cliche,
I'm telling you man it's not all that hard,
Stuck here in a Hollywood movie,
Do you see through me?