To tell me that you're leaving
That you can't take it anymore
That you're already fed up
Of football Sundays stuck at home
Just like it comes, it goes
And that it found a place
And you've painted your smile in carmine
And you've slung the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
And you go out to the street
And you've painted your smile in carmine
And you've slung the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
And you go out to the street
To tell me that he cheats on you
That he found another nest
Just like it comes, it goes
And that it found a place
And you've painted your smile in carmine
And you've slung the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
And you go out to the street
And you've painted your smile in carmine
And you've slung the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
And you go out to the street