You're my favourite bad habit

It's stupid

We never ever listen to Cupid

We're about as well suited as Roger

And Jessica Rabbit

And I wish I could have it

Just that little bit closer to some normality

Haven't we gone to many lengths, pennies spent

Still we don't make any sense

Either as friends or as a couple

If I said that I loved you I'd be lying to us both

The only thing we know how to do is just f*ck

And you're just like a drug but it's never enough

See I tell myself it's proper but we're anything but

We're just a couple of kids who got drunk at a party

And later that night I undressed you like Barbie

The very next morning we both should have left it

A night is a night but we just didn't accept it

How could I not repeat with you next to me

Best to be sure, have some more, cause your sex is like ecstasy

Jeans on the floor, coat hanging on the door

Been there before, it don't feel right

You got me high as kite (when we sex?!)

That's why I can't stop messing around with my best friend's ex

Okay you started, we both should have parted ways

From the day we both first laid nude in our birthday suits

But mistakes are made

And with your best friends ex see the stakes are raised

See there's something more stimulating when you're there gyrating

With a girl that your mates been dating

Little taste from the bowl of forbiddenness food

And your mates still your mate cause you've hidden the truth

And you know you should tell him

As sooner not later

The later you leave it the more he will hate ya

The thought in his heads looking horrid

He's picturing his best friend stirring up his ex-girls porridge

I can't bring myself to sit down and inform him

When the girl that he loved left my house just this morning

I had to repeat with her next to me

Best to be sure, have some more, cause your sex is like ecstasy

He says he misses her loads and he's telling me daily

Thought he'd marry her and be having a baby

I tell him that there's so many roads

And for every dead end there's other places to go

In his head they're still living together

In bed on the weekend, but now he feels weakened, they're not even speaking

He thought it could have lasted, and as he's telling me I feel like a bastard

Now me and his ex are lying there together in bed and together we've been lying instead

We're well aware what we are doing is wrong

We ain't been doing it long

But it's racking my brain, ain't complaining, the sex is amazing

It's harder to snob, frolicking like an alcoholic best in the pub

I'm screwing him over so the screwing is over

It has to be, shame, cause your sex is like ecstasy