What You've Done

The first time that I saw you
I knew my mind
All my best intentions
I left behind
The secret code is broken
I found it out
When the door is open
There’s no room for doubt
And all I ever wanted was to meet my special one
All the friends that gathered, I knew each and every one
They can’t do what you’ve done
They can’t do what you’ve done
The torch that you must carry
Is burning me
I saw you with your boyfriend
He’s bigger than me
The pretty dress I bought you
I wear myself
Wipes away the memory of someone else
The mirror ball is spinning like a golden fatso moon
The girls of grace and glamour have all arrived too soon
They can’t do what you’ve done
They can’t do what you’ve done
They can’t do what you’ve done
They can’t do what you’ve done
There’s a poet in the bathroom and he’s boring everyone
Newspaper reporters spoiling all the fun
With their lies and crimes and piles of rhymes
That don’t help anyone…
You can’t do what you’ve done
You can’t do what you’ve done
You can’t do what you’ve done
You can’t do what you’ve done
What you’ve done
What you’ve done
What you’ve done
What you’ve done