You say I'm kind
Too kind for you
That's bullshit
You know it too
You say I'm right
Too right for him
Come closer
Call me in
'Cause I'm flirting in these alleys
But all I think is of us, no
You invite me to all the pubs
They're closing down, we hunt them though
Pour me monkey 47, you're a neat one
And I'm
And I'm
So easily bored
So easily bored
So easily
You said you'd pour me wine
What do you know of that?
When I'm from where they make it
You don't have to talk your bullshit
It's just you and the ghost behind the glass
Keep calling me in
Oh
Keep calling me in
I'm so easily bored
Oh-woo
I'm so easily bored
Oh-woo
You say I'm kind
Too kind for you
Bullshit
You know it too
Bullshit
You don't have to look for the ghost behind the wall
You're a neat one
But you don't feel like home