With Her - Banoffee

Remember sitting in your car

You hand on mine while I was driving you

The subtle movement filled with nerves

And beads of sweat, well they just seeped right through

The denim of my jeans, we breathe like a dead shoreline

Your eyes so honest, like a child’s

Felt like you were only mine

Every time I saw your face I thought

I had you on my own, that I was yours

Every time I saw you on the screen

I thought you were with me

You were with her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

Remember sitting in your car

Your hands stretched out behind the driver’s seat

You said we had to hide it

That they wouldn’t understand you loving me

And I never felt like such a pet

And I followed every step

My hand was yours to hold

How silly now I know, how silly now I know

To think we were alone

Every time I heard your voice on the phone

I thought I had you to myself, that we were alone

Every time I saw your face on the screen

I thought you were with me

You were with her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her

With her, her, her (every time, every time)…with her, her, her

With her, her, her (every time, every time)…with her, her, her

With her, her, her (every time, every time)…with her, her, her

With her, her, her (every time, every time)…with her, her, her

(Every time, every time)

Baby I just don’t get it, should I enjoy being hurt?

(Every time, every time)

Baby I just don’t get it, should I enjoy being hurt?

(Every time, every time)

Baby I just don’t get it, should I enjoy being hurt?

(Every time, every time)

Baby I just don’t get it, should I enjoy being hurt?

(Every time, every time)

Baby I just don’t get it, should I enjoy being hurt?

(Every time, every time)

Baby I just don’t get it, should I enjoy being hurt?

(Every time, every time)