Songwriter: Bill Chadwick/Michael Stewart/Randy Cierley

Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

Quickly she came, dressed up for fame

Riding her perfume downstairs

Make-up like glue, she danced 'round the room

To the sound of the corduroy flares

Let's go to town, taxis all round

We could stop for a couple of beers

He looks at it all, stifles a yawn

She tries not to look like she cares

What do I do now?

Are we going under?

What did I do wrong?

I thought we had it sorted

Out the other day

Maybe I'm just stupid

Can't we try again?

No one told me it was raining

Can't face a club

They walk to a nearby pub

Watch a couple of bands

Draining the glass, they walk home at last

Reaching for each other's hands

Nothing is said, he goes to bed

Dreaming of her on his own

She stays up all week, watching him sleep

Scared that she'll wake up alone

What do I do now?

Are we going under?

What did I do wrong?

I thought we had it sorted

Out the other day

Maybe I'm just stupid

Can't we try again?

No one told me it was raining.

I'll miss you every day of your life

And oh, you'll feel it too

You're not that strong

You know I'm onto you

I'll miss you every day of your life

And maybe when you're dead, I'll get some rest

From holding onto you

What do I do now?

Are we going under?

What did I do wrong?

I thought we had it sorted

Is there someone else?

Or am I too familiar?

Was it when I said I wanted to have children?

Tore up all your photos

Didn't feel too clever

Spent the whole of Sunday

Sticking you together

Now I'd like to call you

But I feel too awkward

Some things need explaining

No one told me it was raining