My head's a mess, just thinking about you And I wore my favourite dress In hope you like it too I spent all my money On things I didn't need, for you And my friends have all gone home What the hell do I do I'm three mimosas down and it's going to my head I'm way past sober now and I'm homesick for your bed Mornings creeping closer but I'm getting fucked over by you And I said it last time That this shit has to end But you come around talk all your talk I find myself back in your arms again I spent all my money Just trying to get pretty for you And my friends have all gone home What the hell do I do I'm three mimosas down and it's going to my head I'm way past sober now and I'm homesick for your bed Mornings creeping closer but I'm getting fucked over by you Oh I love the gift you left me On the bedside table baby Could have been you and me against the world If it wasn't meant for another girl Again, again, oh again and again I'm three mimosas down and it's going to my head I'm way past sober now and I'm homesick for your bed Mornings creeping closer but I'm getting fucked over by you I'm three mimosas down and it's going to my head I'm way past sober now and I'm homesick for your bed Mornings creeping closer but I'm getting fucked over by you