Baby, seasons change but people don’t
And I’ll always be waiting in the back room
I’m boring but overcompensate with
Headlines and flash! flash! flash! photography

But don’t pretend you ever forgot about me
Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me

Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcée?
Style your wake for fashion magazines
Widow or a divorcée?
Don’t pretend, d d d don’t pretend

We don’t fight fair
We don’t fight fair

They say your head can be a prison
Then, these are just conjugal visits
People will dissect us ’til
This doesn’t mean a thing anymore oh

Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me
Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me

Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcée?
Style your wake for fashion magazines, oh
Widow or a divorcée?
Don’t pretend, d d d don’t pretend

We do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces

We’re dropped and well-concealed
In secret places, wha-oh

We do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We’re dropped and well-concealed
In secret places

We don’t fight fair
We don’t fight fair
We don’t fight fair
We don’t fight fair
We don’t fight fair

We do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We’re trapped and well-concealed
In secret places, wha-oh

We do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We’re trapped and well-concealed
In secret places
We don’t fight fair

With smiles on our faces
We’re trapped and well-concealed
In secret places
(Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me)
(Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me)
We don’t fight fair