Letras:Brian Mcfadden. Irish Son. Lose Lose Situation.

When we fall out
I like to go drivin' in my car
Listen to something ironic
And end up in a bar

Get an earful of shit from a stranger
Who's got a broken heart
Weighing out what would be more painful
Staying with your man or going back to her

Doesn't everybody feel this way sometimes?
It's a lose, lose situation for a shitty little crime
You can never win with women, it's pointless tryin' to try
It's a lose, lose situation till the day you die

Everybody knows the score
She'll be crying to the mother-in-law
And I'll be sleeping out with the dog
Must give inter-flora a call, a call, a call, a call

Doesn't everybody feel this way sometimes?
It's a lose, lose situation for a shitty little crime
You can never win with women, it's pointless tryin' to try
It's a lose, lose situation till the day you die

Ooh, la la la, ooh, la la la
Ooh, la la la, ooh, la la la
Ooh, la la la, ooh, la la la

Then we make up
I'll be walking on egg shells for a day
And I'll clean the house in the hope that
I might get a lay

I think back to that drunken stranger
And something that he said
"Ya made ya bed, so lie in it"
She'll be quiet when you're dead

Doesn't everybody feel this way sometimes?
It's a lose, lose situation for a shitty little crime
You can never win with women, it's pointless tryin' to try
It's a lose, lose situation till the day you die
It's a lose, lose situation till the day you die