Alex, oh Alex, my sweet lovely Alex,
You are so beautiful,
you could even make the sun cry.
Alex, oh Alex, my pretty lying Alex,
You lied about everything;
you are sly like a fox.
Alex, oh Alex, like a lying little
loveless cheat, you crossed me.
My eyes are still drying.
Alex, oh Alex, you look like a model,
but I’ll never look at you the same.
You came in the rain and brought me pain
instead of gain—you drove me insane.
Alex, oh Alex, I have one thing to say.
Listen close, and these words will stay:
"Fuck you, Alex," I’ll tell you at Galway Bay.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 12:28 PM UTC
Alex, oh Alex, my sweet lovely Alex,
You are so beautiful,
you could even make the sun cry.
Alex, oh Alex, my pretty lying Alex,
You lied about everything;
you are sly like a fox.
Alex, oh Alex, like a lying little
loveless cheat, you crossed me.
My eyes are still drying.
Alex, oh Alex, you look like a model,
but I’ll never look at you the same.
You came in the rain and brought me pain
instead of gain—you drove me insane.
Alex, oh Alex, I have one thing to say.
Listen close, and these words will stay:
"Fuck you, Alex," I’ll tell you at Galway Bay.
