^DmLovesick and i'm sick of this love game ^AmTired of hearing i'm the one to blame An' i'm S^Cick of you telling me to go and get dressed, as if i'^Emm the man you're here to impress oh-oh

^DmI was crumbled just like a Pork Pie ^AmWhen you left my flat only wearing a goodbye ^CIn your bag were my Ralph Lauren tops ^EmOn your feet were my brand new work-out Reebok's ^DmYou turned and smiled with them come to bed eyes ^AmBut all i could think of was all them Pork Pies ^CYou kept on telling me night after night Then you ^Emjust open up after every fight. i'm...

^DmLovesick and i'm sick of this love game ^AmTired of hearing i'm the one to blame An' i'm ^CSick of you telling me to go and get dressed, as if i^Em'm the man you're here to impress

^DmLovesick and i'm sick of this love game ^AmTired of hearing i'm the one to blame An' i'm ^CSick of you telling me to go and get dressed, as if ^Emi'm the man you're here to impress

^DmNow i ain't saying what we had weren't great ^AmI'm just saying you're beginning to grate, ^Con my mind and i can't keep living this life ^Emsometimes i feel like i don't even try

^DmNot that you're even noticing me ^AmBlushing on any given possibility ^CScreaming like from Hercule's lungs ^EmWhen you look up i'm still in my Calvin Klein's hun

^DmLovesick and i'm sick of this love game ^AmTired of hearing i'm the one to blame An' i'm ^CSick of you telling me to go and get dressed, as if i^Em'm the man you're here to impress

^DmLovesick and i'm sick of this love game ^AmTired of hearing i'm the one to blame An' i'm ^CSick of you telling me to go and get dressed, as if ^Emi'm the man you're here to impress (Whoooo!)

^DmLovesick and i'm sick of this love game ^AmTired of hearing i'm the one to blame An' i'm ^CSick of you telling me to go and get dressed, as if ^Emi'm the man, as if i'm the man, as if i'm the man you're here to impress