Can’t get the stink off
He’s been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he’ll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow
You do it to yourself, you do
And that’s what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself
Don’t get my sympathy
Hanging out the 15th floor
You’ve changed the locks three times
He still comes reeling through the door
One day I’ll get you
And teach you how to get to purest hell
You do it to yourself, you do
And that’s what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, you do
And that’s what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself.. yourself.. yourself..
(Sorry but I have been singing that song to myself for weeks and I can’t work out why it seems so appropriate right now).
the way you keep going on about it actually does show that you’re bothered.
thought i’d point it out.
Liar! Every time I’ve seen you out you’ve been humming Like a Virgin, whilst prancing gayly and skipping.
Don’t try and be all manly now, we know you too well!
Not to mention, dancing to Macho Man last weekend!
“Macho macho man, I’ve got to be a macho man”