Emil Bulls

I pack my things I go
I leave you all alone
Well J. it`s about time
To face the facts
Our relationship sucks
Oh after six years of sex with you IВґm blured
Oh even a beauty can bore
Monogamy, my agony
Is not inborn
When I`ve said
I`ve done it all for you
I`ve always been true blue
Whenever you were sad
I was there
Yeah
I lied