American Hi-fi Flavour Of The Week Lyrics

Flavour Of The Week Lyrics

She paints her nails and she don't know

 He's got her best friend on the phone

 She'll wash her hair,

 His dirty clothes are all he gives to her

 And he's got posters on the wall

 Of all the girls he wished she was

 And he means everything to her 

 

 Chorus:

 Her boyfriend, he don't know

 Anything about her

 He's too stoned, Nintendo

 I wish that I could make her see

 She's just the flavour of the week

 

 It's friday night and she's all alone

 He's a million miles away

 She's dressed to kill

 But the TV's on

 He's connected to the sound

 And he's got pictures on the wall

 Of all the girls he's loved before

 And she knows all his favourite songs 

 

 Repeat Chorus 

 

 Yeah

 

 Her boyfriend, he don't know

 Anything about her

 He's too stoned, he's too stoned

 He's too stoned, he's too stoned 

 

 Repeat Chorus 

 

 Yeah she's the flavour of the week

 But she makes me weak