Baby, baby I've been banned from dreaming about you
I've been banned from going to an ex
Standing outside
Looking at the stills of you
Babe, you were at your best
suits you
Alas
No roses in your eyes, kisses of milk
Lips shaking like you're gonna cry
So I'm writing a song and I'm getting a lot of work done
I smoke two packs a day
I write in my diary, hang out with my dog
Hey fella, I've been banned from thinking about you
I've been banned from even saying your name
History changed like Russia in the seventies
I see you in her car, see you at parties
Then you moved, don't see you anymore
The town is a drag, a rock without a diamond
So I'm writing a song and I'm getting a lot of work done
I smoke two packs a day
I'm playing a lottery, walking with my dog
Yeah, I'm writing a song and I'm singing around the kitchen
Now I'm winning at the pub quiz on a Tuesday
So long
So long
So long