Flavour Of The Week — текст песни (American Hi-Fi)

She paints her nails and she don`t know
He`s got her best friend on the phone
She`ll wash her hair,
His dirty clothes are all he gives to her
And he`s got posters on the wall
Of all the girls he wished she was
And he means everything to her

Chorus:
Her boyfriend, he don`t know
Anything about her
He`s too stoned, Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She`s just the flavour of the week

It`s friday night and she`s all alone
He`s a million miles away
She`s dressed to kill
But the TV`s on
He`s connected to the sound
And he`s got pictures on the wall
Of all the girls he`s loved before
And she knows all his favourite songs

Repeat Chorus

Yeah

Her boyfriend, he don`t know
Anything about her
He`s too stoned, he`s too stoned
He`s too stoned, he`s too stoned

Repeat Chorus

Yeah she`s the flavour of the week
But she makes me weak