Текст песни Finest Hour

If I gave you my finest hour Would you stick around? Coz I'm sick of giving my favourite rhymes To the girls who just leave town One got married and one had kids One out-priced me in West Dids And when I see her I try and make amends She put her foot down in a fellas bed You know that I can't compete with that I can't compete with that Its a fact One did one to Echo Park With an old penpal whose now a [?] She sent my boxes one by one On Fedexes X-mas's and was And as I unpacked the Eric shirt And the national prints from the last concert I thought I'll probably never see that girl again You know that I can't compete with that I can't compete with that Its a fact You know that I can't compete with that I can't compete with that Its a fact