American Hi-fi - FLAVOUR OF THE WEEK lyrics

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She paints her nails and she don't know

He's got her best friend on the phone

She'll wash her hair,

His dirty clothes are all he gives to her

And he's got posters on the wall

Of all the girls he wished she was

And he means everything to her

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Her boyfriend, he don't know

Anything about her

He's too stoned, Nintendo

I wish that I could make her see

She's just the flavour of the week

It's friday night and she's all alone

He's a million miles away

She's dressed to kill

But the TV's on

He's connected to the sound

And he's got pictures on the wall

Of all the girls he's loved before

And she knows all his favourite songs

Repeat Chorus

Yeah

Her boyfriend, he don't know

Anything about her

He's too stoned, he's too stoned

He's too stoned, he's too stoned

Repeat Chorus

Yeah she's the flavour of the week

But she makes me weak