The words on the street: youve found someone new.
If he looks nothing like me Im so happy for you.
I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church -
Shes trying to replace me, but itll never work.
cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine.
A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.
Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.
Such great disappointment when you got him home -
The original was so good; the one you no longer own.
And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine.
Its not easy to forget me, its so hard to disconnect
When its electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.
Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong
Its like a later tom & jerry when the two of them could talk
Like the stones since the eighties, like the last days of southfork.
Like planet of the apes on tv, the second side of til the band comes in
Like an own-brand box of cornflakes: hes going to let you down my friend.