Another Flavour - The Sundays

Fashion — the timing’s all wrong

They taste another flavour

And pretty soon you’re gone

Fashion — this time it’s too late

You knew you’d have to pay for this one day

He loves me now — he loves me not-

He loves me once again

Usual story, another surprise

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Fashion — this time it’s alright

They tickle you with a feather

They tell you you’re sublime

Turn on — to each their own

Usual story, another surprise

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Fashion — the timing was wrong

Your friends are fair weather

You knew it all along

Turn on — to each their own

It’s doing my mind in another surprise

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Ooh yeah, ooh ooh ooh yeah

Don’t let them black you out for the evening

Sad-happy sufferer no no no

Don’t let them crack you

Try not to feel it

As long as they’re watching your show this time