You wear your smile
Like it was going out of fashion
Dress to inflame
But douse any ideas of passion
You carry your love in a trinket
Hanging round your throat
Always inviting, always exciting
But I must not take off my coat

Well, I'm tired of hanging around
I want somebody new
I'm not sure who I've got in mind
But I know
That is not you
That is not you

You ask me questions
That I never wanted to hear
I am the only one
Just until you finish this year
I would murder you
If I had an alibi here in my hand
But you just laugh
Beause you don't understand

That I'm tired of hanging around
I want somebody new
I'm not sure who I've got in mind
But I know that it's not you

That it's not you...