I′ve met someone that makes me feel seasick
Oh, what a skill to have
Oh, what a skill to haveSo many skills that make her distinctive
But they're not mine to have
No, they′re not mine
Whenever she looks I read the nearest paper
Though I don't care about the soaps
No, I don't care about the soaps
Though I′m acting like I′m in an EastEnders episode
If this is a rom-com, kill the director
If this is a rom-com, kill the director
Please
Carrots help us see much better in the dark
Don't talk to girls, they′ll break your heart
And this is my head, and this is my spout
They work together, they can't figure anything out
So with the angst of a teenage band
Here′s another song about a gender I'll never understand
Here′s another song about a gender I'll never understand
If this is a rom-com, kill the director
If this is a rom-com, kill the director
If this is a rom-com, kill the director
Please
This is no Bridget Jones
This is no Bridget, Bridget (kill the director)
This is no Bridget Jones
This is no Bridget, Bridget (kill the director)
This is no (kill) Bridget Jones (kill)
This is no Bridget, Bridget (kill the director)
This is no (kill) Bridget Jones (kill)
This is no Bridget, Bridget (double kill the director)
This is no Bridget Jones
This is no Bridget, Bridget (kill the director)
This is no Bridget Jones
This is no Bridget, Bridget (kill the director)
This is no Bridget Jones
This is no Bridget, Bridget Jones
