Part Time Lovers

Tears turn up to the party

They're going home with me

Digging for them like diamonds

Rolling down my cheek

Two champagnes and some heartache

Two left feet, but I'm dancing for you

Tears turn up to the party

And they're coming home with me

I wear my heart on my sleeve

I'm sick and tired of trying to change clothes for you

If we just wanna be free

Maybe we're better off as part-time lovers

So sad you didn't notice

So sad you didn't notice that

"Paris hurt more for me"

West was always the last

To see it going down

Float on by when the silence

Is drowning me out

There's too many cracks on the pavement

There's good days full of bad luck coming

West is always the last

To see it going down

I wear my heart on my sleeve

I'm sick and tired of trying to change clothes for you

If we just wanna be free

Maybe we're better off as part-time lovers

So sad you didn't notice

So sad you didn't notice that

"Paris hurt more for me"

Alone we wander

Alone we wonder

Alone we wander

Alone we wander

Alone we wander

Alone we wonder

Alone we wander

Alone we wander