Are the words on the streets, you've found someone new? He looks nothing like me, I'm so happy for you I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the judge She's trying to replace me, but it'll never work Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been And every time he kisses you, it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine A back cover version of love is not the real thing A bikini clad girl on the front, who invited you in Such great disappointment, when you got him home The original was so good, but you're no longer on And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been And every time he kisses you, you get a taste of saccharine It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect When you're so intolerantly reprocessed, to give a more love-like effect Ah, sing your song, hey, by all the sad invitations That got him so wrong, hey It's like a made-up Tom and Jerry, with a tune of a damn good song Like a stone since the 80s, like the last day of Salem Hall I've planted all the eggs on TV, it's safe inside until the man comes in Like an old red box in the hallways, he's gonna get you down the drain Thank you for coming!