If I gave you my finest hour
Would you stick around?
Cause I'm sick of giving my favourite rhymes
To girls who just leave town
One got married and one had kids
One out-priced me in West Dids
And when I see her I try and make amends
She put her foot down in her fella's Benz
You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
It's a fact
verse 2
One did one to Echo Park
With an old Pen pal whose now an oligarch
She sent my boxes one by one
All her exes Xmas's at once
And as I unpacked the Eric shirt and
The National prints from the last concert
I thought I'll probably never see that girl again