The Sundays
The Sundays - Another Flavour lyrics
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they taste another flavour & 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 fashion - this time it's all right they tickle you with a feather & tell you you're sublime turn on - to each their own usual story another surprise 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 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