When you come home
You barely speak
You barely look at me
You started speaking in your sleep
She's been in the back of your mind all freaking week

Her hair is a perfect shade of blonde
She can sing to
Just like you write your songs
The melody you have is pretty strong
The two of you clearly belong

And I'm just here sitting, thinking
''What did I do wrong''
Cause she's perfect
The scent of her perfume smells like flowers and honey
Ugh this is so funny
I might just fall for her to
Look at her
She's perfect and all

But she has you to
Wrapped around her finger
And sticking like glue