I tried to paint a picture of you to prove I still think of you But the face I drew, it more resembled mine Went to buy you some nice things, but bought a record by The Kinks; A band you have always told me does not appeal to you in any way When will I ever get it right? Maybe I'll never treat you right I meant to tell you how I felt but I started talking to someone else About some brilliant bullsh** record I've been working on for years The love songs all go unreleased, b-sides of lesser memories And yet you have been there for me since the very first record I ever wrote myself When will I ever get it right? Maybe I'll never treat you right My eyes won't settle anywhere, my mind is in the atmosphere When will I ever treat you right? Oh oh, you know, I can be romantic Oh oh, you know, I can wear nice clothes Oh oh, you know, I can be romantic Oh oh, you know… When will I ever get it right? Maybe I'll never treat you right I'm gonna leave when you say you wanna leave And shut up when you say you need to sleep When will I ever treat you right? Oh oh, you know, I can be romantic Oh oh, you know…