Lyrics : Santi White/Mark Ronson/Lily Allen/Pierre Bachelet/Herve Roy
Music : Santi White/Mark Ronson/Lily Allen/Pierre Bachelet/Herve Roy
Sometimes I find myself
sittin' back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch
other people kissing
And I remember
when you started callin' me your miss's
All the play fightin',
all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I dont why I trusted you
but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend
lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy
in your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, It seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too.
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
the things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on, Tell me
Is this the end?
Drinkin' tea in bed Watching DVD's
When I discovered
all your dirty grotty magazines
You take me out shopping
and all we'd buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
the first time
that you introduced me to your friends
and you could tell I was nervous,
so you held my hand
when I was feeling down,
you made that face you do
no one in the world that could replace you
Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of me and you
It seems, It seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you feel the same way too
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
the things remind me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on, Tell me
Is this the end?