Who Is She? Lyrics

Merely infatuation

Go ahead with hesitation

Try to make the most of the truth

Side by side in the photo booth

What a waste of an afternoon

Isn't it obvious to see

Do you ask yourself

Who is she

Sat in a stranger's room

Painted with pink perfume

Polaroids pinned upon the board

And yours was hastily ignored

Clothing scattered on the floor

And you find it hard to breathe

When you ask yourself

Who is she

You can tell yourself a thousand times

Her home is not her house sometimes

But more than often you find it is

The final blow was the final kiss

I'm afraid it's time to go

The final kiss was the final blow

You've never felt this alive

Everything shuts at five

You say her legs do the same

Look at the man that you became

And all you can say is it's a shame

Everything's ruined by the rain

And then she asks you this

What's your name