Heartbreak Saturday nights, getting ready To make you see that I'm better already I put on every perfume And I do it to hurt you And, oh
Make sure I smell like your bedroom when I was in it Wearing the dress that I met you and sent you spinning And I flirt with your friends But it's a beggar's revenge 'Cause she's with you again And I try to look away
'Cause in my head, in my head, in my head, in my head I'm yours, and I should know better, but I Can't forget, oh, forget how it was before Oh, it felt forever, baby We should still be holding on I should still put on your coat And when the music dies out You should still take me home 'Cause in my head, in my head, in my head I'm yours still
This dress' too nice for a jacket, so I'm freezing You're walking past and on habit, I lean in Close to your touch 'cause I still think we're an “us” I know I should give it up Oh
Feels like half of me's missing But there's no hope You don't care who I'm kissing When the lights go Oh, I know, I know that you don't
'Cause in my head, in my head, in my head, in my head I'm yours, and I should know better, but I Can't forget, oh, forget how it was before Oh, it felt forever, baby We should still be holding on I should still put on your coat And when the music dies out You should still take me home 'Cause in my head, in my head, in my head I'm yours In my head, in my head, in my head I'm yours
Oh, I'm still hurting and I'm still here You're still not looking at me, my dear I'll watch you leaving, I'll watch you go And I'll say nothing But we both know
In my head, in my head, in my head, in my head I'm yours, mm In my head, in my head, in my head, in my head I'm yours
Compositores: Frederick John Philip Gibson (Fred Gibson), Maisie Hannah Peters (Maisie Peters) ECAD: Obra #20487927 Fonograma #19507222