Romanticise This کے بول

It's the same old story And the same look in my eye Don't pretend you see me It only serves me right I won't go slowly She said: Won't you call me one more time? If you insist God forbid that I romanticise this God forbid that I romanticise this God forbid that I romanticise this It's the same old story When you start to lie And you push against me To delay my decline I won't go slowly She said: Won't you hold me one more time? A bitter kiss God forbid that I romanticise this God forbid that I romanticise this God forbid that I romanticise this The last time This is the last time This is the last time (this is the last time) Pick up the phone to let you know That you're alone now The last time (this is the last time) I pick up the phone to let you know That you're alone now God forbid that I romanticise this God forbid that I romanticise this