God Help Us

I don't know what to tell you
I thought we would be alright
But after some chips and couple of pints
You said things you can't unsay
And I took them all to heart
Perhaps you're right and we should spend a little more time apart

I don't know
Why I'm in love with you
When you treat me
Like those other fools
I thought that I meant more to you
But obviously I was missing some clues
So tell me what I failed to see
And tell me what you want me to be
I'll do my best to make it all work out
Luckily somehow I found my way back to my bed

Now it's Sunday morning
I've got a cup of tea
I scratch and yawn, look out the window
And then remember what I said
And what a fool I am
You turn over and smile at me and then I start to remember

I know
Why I'm in love with you
And it's not for your brain or your eyes of blue
It's not the way that you flirt or the length of your skirt
Not for your conversation I put up with the hurt
I could tell you what I mean but I don't think that you'd like to know
I'll put with up a lot of shite for a certain something that I like
God help us if you ever stop doing anal