To Die For - The Bohicas

Perhaps you can’t tell

Yes, I’m doing well

Let’s just say I ain’t feeling myself anymore

We’ll stay in touching

Distance, the piece de

Resistance is around the corner

I get high, I get low

I get high, I get low

You’ve heard it all before

But babe, you’re just to die for

Just to die for

Woke up in A&E

With an I.O.U.

As I reversed the reels of my mind

The worst thing I remember

On the 31st of December

I get high, I get low

I get high, I get low

You’ve heard it all before

But babe, you’re just to die for

Just to die for

Just to die for

Just to die for

Just to die for

If I could eat my words

I would lick my plate

I guess what’s done is done

In an act of her normality

Ripping through the fabric of reality

She fooled me like a bank robber with a fake gun, fake gun

I get high, I get low

I get high, I get low

You’ve heard it all before

But babe, you’re just to die for

Just to die for

Just to die for

Just to die for

You’ve heard it all before

But baby, you’re just to die for

Just to die for