Cliche
Beat down
Sleep around
Get out of this town
Lost and found night gown
Put on a nice frown
I'm not sorry even though I might say so
Sooner or later there'll come a day when I know
Corny songs that are playing on the radio
We'll play 'em at our wedding 'cause he's my Romeo
Couples' first dance like every other day though
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
I'm not cold, not pickin' bones
I'm doin' better on my own
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
East bound
Gain a pound
Right look
Wrong sound
Painted clown
Don't drown
It'll be different the next time around
You'd understand if you had someone to call your own
It wouldn't matter 'cause I know something you don't
I'm just afraid to let my feelings show
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
I'm not cold, not pickin' bones
I'm doin' better on my own
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
I'm not cold, not pickin' bones
I'm doin' better on my own
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
What the fuck do they know?
Sleep around
Get out of this town
Lost and found night gown
Put on a nice frown
I'm not sorry even though I might say so
Sooner or later there'll come a day when I know
Corny songs that are playing on the radio
We'll play 'em at our wedding 'cause he's my Romeo
Couples' first dance like every other day though
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
I'm not cold, not pickin' bones
I'm doin' better on my own
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
East bound
Gain a pound
Right look
Wrong sound
Painted clown
Don't drown
It'll be different the next time around
You'd understand if you had someone to call your own
It wouldn't matter 'cause I know something you don't
I'm just afraid to let my feelings show
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
I'm not cold, not pickin' bones
I'm doin' better on my own
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
I'm not cold, not pickin' bones
I'm doin' better on my own
I know
I'm so
Cliche, but what the fuck do they know?
What the fuck do they know?
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Writer(s): Don Winkler
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