Lyrics: Florence Arman
Music: Florence Arman
Don’t find it hard to open up, nah
Quite the opposite in fact
Like when it comes to you, I shouldn’t have
Seems I’m always making beds
For pretty much unwanted guests
It’s time to put away the welcome mat
‘Cause I let you strip me naked, naked, naked
Naked to my soul
But if I knew that you were only going to waste it
I’d waited and saved it
For someone better than you
Memories turn to documents
My garden needs a bigger fence
And you know I don’t really like change
And you don’t deserve it, no offence
But you made a bloody awful mess, and I
Only still love you ‘cause I’m strange
‘Cause I let you strip me naked, naked, naked
Naked to my soul
But if I knew that you were only going to waste it
I’d waited and saved it
For someone better than you
‘Cause I thought It’d be fun
To write you a letter
‘Cause I hate when a mate disappears off the face of the earth and don’t tell ya
Now you think there’s someone who can love you better
Who can do better drugs with you in little parks
and who loves being stripped naked, naked, naked
Naked to their soul
If I knew that you were only going to waste it
I’d waited and saved it
For someone better than you
(Better than you, better than you)
Now that I have really seen you naked
I hate it
Wish I'd dated someone better than you