The Sundays - Another Flavour lyrics

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...) 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