Lyrics The Sundays

The Sundays

Another Flavour

Fashion, the timing's all wrong

They taste another flavor

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