Lily - Moaning Lisa

You entered my life late one spring night

We took the wrong path

But we could still see the stars

When will I see you?

When will I tell you?

Oh well

I have nothing left for you to take

Uh huh

And I think that this heart needs a break

Now your name has a sting as if made by bees

I’ll never tell you

That I have nothing left for you to take

And I think that this heart needs a break

Last night, I dreamt you were in my house

We had a fight about the rent

I told you to get out of my head

Why are you still here?

I’m over it

Why are you still here?