[Verse 1]
Still just a pervert
And I tend to revert
To falling down
Use me for what I'm good for
Call me up to your door
I won't hang around
[Chorus]
Charlie told me I can't paint like Mondrian
Worse than broken records at moving on
[Verse 2]
Still I sit
With my pen and page
To twist our lukewarm romance
Into a much more tired cliche
[Bridge]
Charlie told me I can't paint like Mondrian
Worse than broken records at moving
On from anything
I don't know what I want to dream about
[Outro]
Charlie told me I can't paint like Mondrian
Worse than broken records at moving on
Charlie told me I can't paint like Mondrian
Worse than broken records at moving on
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