Don't tell me that you've had a bad day You should have been here by eight something got in the way I've heard that before You felt bad, you couldn't get a car And when you did you couldn't get far with it a flat tyre, I've heard it before But I know what the truth is It's someone else I don't want you to admit it is No I don't want you to admit it Now this day is over soon I have to see you again tomorrow afternoon I've heard that before You don't want me to follow you home Cos you don't want me to see that you're not alone I don't want to know more Cos I know what the truth is ...