Story Behind The Song

In this song, I sought to weave in lines from numerous well-known pop songs, both as a tribute to great music and to demonstrate that the male protagonist is a cliche artist.

Song Description

This song is a bittersweet tune about a woman who is friends with a cad, who woos countless women with his easy cliches. All of a sudden, she has found herself in love with him, and falling for the same lines.

Lyrics

You used to get stupid girls
to stay for stupid reasons
You would say to disobey
your heart's a form of treason

I would shake my pretty head
and think it's pretty funny
When you would say that love's a sting
but how I love its honey

A silly metaphor, a cliche
would always win the day
I watched you for your talent
and always walked away
But in the end, I forgot
I had to shield my eyes
And now I'm just another girl
dying for your lies

I take your breath away
I'm your Saturday love
You think we're alone now
We fit like hand in glove

You used to get easy girls
to give you easy kisses
You would say don't go to bed
thinking of near-misses

I would shake my steady head
and listen to you borrow
tired lines, like let's pretend
the world will end tomorrow

A silly metaphor, a cliche
Would always win the day
I watched you for your talent
And always walked away
But in the end, I forgot
I had to shield my eyes
And now I'm just another girl
Dying for your lies

We may be invincible,
but how did it end up this?
With you singing to me in my sleep,
while my kiss stays on your list

I'm the queen of hearts
And you're the king of pain
We should get naked
beneath the purple rain

A silly metaphor, a cliche
would always win the day
I watched you for your talent
and always walked away

But in the end, I forgot
I had to shield my eyes
And now I'm just another girl
dying for your lies.