Woorden: Xiu Xiu. Sad Cory-O-Grapher.

He talked to me like I was smart
He sexed me up
All the time I did not get it, was this my time to shine
I did not get it, had my luck finally turned
LA LA LA LA LA
I saved up to take him out at night
He said the restaurant was all wrong
He said he had a dream about me, and in that dream I was beautiful
I made him a present, it was a photograph of me

I did not get it, he said it did not cost me anything