Finest Hour
Would you stick around?
Coz I'm sick of giving my favourite rhymes
To the girls who just leave town
One got married and one had kids
One out-priced me in West Dids
And when I see her I try and make amends
She put her foot down in a fellas bed
You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
Its a fact
One did one to Echo Park
With an old penpal whose now a [?]
She sent my boxes one by one
On Fedexes X-mas's and was
And as I unpacked the Eric shirt
And the national prints from the last concert
I thought I'll probably never see that girl again
You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
Its a fact
You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
Its a fact