| It never felt, like it felt when I felt it | 
| For the first time with you | 
| And you know I wouldn’t lie | 
| Now I’m standing by the fountain | 
| And I’m counting all the sunken coins | 
| Maybe they know what it’s like | 
| To be a stain on your shirt | 
| And a hole in your jeans | 
| To be a speckle of dirt | 
| On your dress so clean | 
| Because I give you my all | 
| But you give nothing to me | 
| So go on, do what you like | 
| You never meant what you said | 
| But you said it 'cause you’ve had one or two | 
| And I know that’s what you’re like | 
| Now I’m standing by the wall, feeling small | 
| As you’re working the room | 
| And I know that he’s your type | 
| With his tight fitted shirt | 
| And his designer jeans | 
| Well you treat me like dirt | 
| I treat you like a queen | 
| You have the time in the world | 
| And not a second for me | 
| So go on | 
| You took me to the party | 
| I don’t know anybody | 
| But I’ll wait for you | 
| Yeah you left me here alone | 
| And you’re not answering your phone | 
| And still I’ll wait for you | 
| Because the taxi’s just a fiver | 
| But I’m your designated driver | 
| And I’ll wait for you | 
| Because tonight could be the night | 
| When you realize this is right | 
| And so I’ll wait for you | 
| So no smoking, no drinking | 
| Straight thinking 'cause | 
| I’m driving you home | 
| And I think your coat’s upstairs | 
| Now I’m standing on the landing | 
| And I’m staring through an open door | 
| I can’t believe it’s you in there | 
| With an unbuttoned shirt | 
| And your hands down his jeans | 
| Well you treat me like dirt | 
| But your hands stay clean | 
| Because I give you my all | 
| But you give nothing to me | 
| So go on, do what you like | 
| Do what you like to me |