Staying In On A Friday Night Is Very Different To Staying In On A Thursday Night

My head's banging with what I must be missing /
And my heart's aching with who you must be kissing...

He Looks Nothing Like Me

We were kissing and finding out who we were /
On that grassy bit outside Victoria...

I Can't Believe I'm Not Butter

I can't believe that I'm not butter /
The way I melt in your eyes...