Just Fiction

Can't do right for doing wrong

Oh give over mate she's gone, in a flash just like that your night falls flat

But it's probably for the best you tell yourself and all your mates

She said her kisses were just fiction

A bit of tongue and lots of friction, here's my advice she's nice for a night

but hearts grow ugly under morning light

Like swallowing a stone that's been sitting in your throat

The feeling follows you home like a bad bank note

Slicker than snot on a doorknob she makes your heart drop

As she dips her toes into your thoughts