La Tipica Songtext
von Israel's Arcade

Mister, how entitled could you be?
You told yourself you didn′t need her
And are you happier by yourself?
Or is loneliness your new hell?
Oh, tell me, oh please

Weekend ends, Monday comes alone
Suddenly I realize
The love we shared, so natural
You tried your best to understand me so
If things are done and so are you
The least I ask is for you to
Just know that babe, the memories
Will live inside of you rent free
The thought of you, highest degree
The only one I'll ever blame is me
Oh, oh


I said let you go to better myself, woah
And as cliche as it all sounds, oh
Now I see what I really lost, yeah
Now my heart must pay the cost

Mister, you tell yourself congratulations
You made the most with your decisions
And tell me has it really paid off?
And success without work and love, right?
Oh, tell me, oh please

Weekend ends, Monday comes alone
Suddenly I realize
What we had was rare
And no one else compares
The love we shared, so natural
You tried your best to understand me so
If things are done and so are you
The least I ask is for you to
Just know that babe, the memories
Will live inside of you rent free
The thought of you, highest degree
The only one I′ll ever blame is me
Oh, oh


I said let you go to better myself, woah
And as cliche as it all sounds, yeah
Now I see what I really lost, woah
And now my heart must pay the cost

I said let you go to better myself, woah
And as cliche as it all sounds, yeah
Now I see what I really lost, woah
And now my heart must pay the cost, yeah