Baby, seasons change, but people don't
And I'll always be waiting in the back room
I'm boring but overcompensate with
Headlines and flash! flash! flash! photography

But don't pretend you ever forget about me
Don't pretend you ever forget about me

Wouldn't you rather be a widow
Than a divorcée?
Style your wake for fashion magazines
Widow or a divorcée?
Don't pretend, don't pretend

We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair

They say your head can be a prison
Then, these are just conjugal visits
People will dissect us 'til
This doesn't mean a thing anymore

Don't pretend you ever forget about me
Don't pretend you ever forget about me

Wouldn't you rather be a widow
Than a divorcée?
Style your wake for fashion magazines, oh
Widow or a divorcée?
Don't pretend, don't pretend

We do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well-concealed
In secret places, wha-oh

We do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well-concealed
In secret places

We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair
We don't fight fair

We do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well-concealed
In secret places, wha-oh

We do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well-concealed
In secret places
We don't fight fair

With smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well-concealed
In secret places
We don't fight fair
(Don't pretend you ever forget about me)
We don't fight fair
(Don't pretend you ever forget about me)
We don't fight fair