[ti:Lose Lose Situation]
[ar:Brian McFadden]
[al:Irish Son]
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Lose Lose Situation
Brian McFadden
When we fall out
I like to go driving in my car
Listen to something ironic
And end up in a bar
Get an earful of shit from a stranger
Who's got a broken heart
Weighing up what would be more painful,
Staying with your man
Or going back to her
Doesn't everybody feel this way sometimes?
It's a lose-lose situation
For a shitty little crime
You can never win with women
It's pointless trying to try
It's a lose-lose situation till the day you die
Everybody knows the score
She'll be crying to the mother-in-law
And I'll be sleeping out with the dog
Must give him
A call, a call, a call, a call...
Doesn't everybody feel this way sometimes?
It's a lose-lose situation
For a shitty little crime
You can never win with women
It's pointless trying to try
It's a lose-lose situation till the day you die
Ooooh... Ooooh la-la-la
Ooooh... Ooooh la-la-la
Ooooh... Ooooh la-la-la
Ooooh... Ooooh la-la-la
Ooooh... Ooooh la-la-la
Ooooh...
Then we make up
I'm walking on egg-shells for a day
And I'll clean the house
In the hope that I might get a lay
I've been back to that drunken stranger
And something that he says
\"Pack your bags cos honey
She'll be quiet when your dead\"
Doesn't everybody feel this way sometimes?
It's a lose-lose situation
For a shitty little crime
You can never win with women
It's pointless trying to try
It's a lose-lose situation till the day you die
And it's a lose-lose situation till the day you die