One, two, tree, four...All my friends in magazines
Got addicted to the word, 'leave'
And they all wrote love songs that they believed
Little lies and massive dreamsThey all request that you slow down
They all request that you slow down
You've got to turn it around
And make a save
There's a whore inside their bed
The duvets wish that they were still wet
And all the songs they wrote instead
Your ex-lover is not deadThey all request that you slow down
They all request that you slow down
You've got to turn it around
And make a save
All my friends in magazines
Got addicted to the word, 'leave'
And all the old songs that you believe
Once they stop you can't repeat
And once, you stop you can't repeat
