She Doesn't Belong to Me

It's so cold this morning, my breath comes out like steam,
I got up in such a hurry I'm still stuck inside my dreams,
I can hide behind sunglasses - it's not as bad as it seems.

Don't sell the car, just rob a bank or the corner shop.
You'll get some excitement, in the papers, in the car with the cops.
They'll feed you in prison and they'll paint your portrait in the docks


And you can run away, 
run away from the edge.

You feel low, you get high, you'll end up somewhere in between,
You've had a very good weekend but you can't remember where you've been.,
You can hide behind sunglasses, it's not as bad as it seems.

You've got a black hole in your eye and it's fixed on me,
I've got a sink of hot water to wash my whole face clean.

I keep trying to forget that she doesn't belong to me. 
I keep trying to forget that she doesn't belong to me.