Self-Pity (Pt. 2)

Don't mean to sound cheesy
My pockets are empty as there's no room for gold
Fake Camembert cuts easy
I wish I could see more than her robe on a floor

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Whoa
Whoa

I'd say I'm in love again but I know it's the whiskey
Her head's on my chest again
There's no need for a conversation piece

Ohh
Whoa-ohh
Whoa
Whoa



Credits
Writer(s): Euan Hart
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