It's Not You, It's Me

And when I ask her what she wants to do
She says: 'I can’t stay at your house
In fact I’ve come to say goodbye to you'
But then starts undoing her blouse
'Oh, you excite me like he never does
But I can’t stay here
'cause I’m not yours, I’m his
And I’m sorry I’m
Afraid this is the final time'
She says: 'Look, it’s not you, it’s me'
And when we finished laughing I just say:
«We'd better make sure this is perfect then
And turn his photograph away»
'…'cause I’m not yours, I’m his
And I’m sorry I’m afraid this is the final time
But we can have sex 'cause all this stuff
Has got too complex and I’ve had enough'
'…'cause I’m not yours, I’m his
And I’m sorry I’m afraid this is the final time'