I tried to paint a picture of you, to prove I still think of you,
But the face I drew, it more resembled mine.
I tried to buy you some nice things, but bought a record by The Kinks,
A band you have always told me, does not appeal to you in any way.
When will I ever get it right, When will I ever treat you right.
And yet you have been there for me, since the very first record I ever wrote myself
When will I ever get it right, When will I ever treat you right.
My eyes won't settle anywhere, My mind is in the atmosphere
When will I ever treat you right.
Woah-oh, you know,
I can be romantic,
Woah-oh, you know,
I can wear nice clothes,
Woah-oh, you know,
I can be romantic,
Woah-oh, you know-oh-oh-ohhhhhh.
When will I ever get it right,
When will I ever treat you right.
I'm gonna leave when you say,
You wanna leave,
And shut up when you say,
You need to sleep,
Today I'm gonna treat you right.
Woah-oh, you know,
I can be romantic,
Woah-oh, you know-oh-oh-ohhhhhh.