The Sundays - Another Flavour

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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