See You Next Tuesday

So here’s the thinking, I’m happy all the time
I won’t let the storm cloud get in the way of my sunshine, no
Cos our chemistry, ain’t worth another try
Yeah you won’t get my reaction, cos I’m still young
When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you
Don’t you get the picture, do I need to spell it out for you?
When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you
See you next Tuesday my love
Yeah the little boy started to cry, his balloon getting lost in the sky
Try to hold me underwater, rain on my parade but I stay dry
Yeah you that matador, tryna catch my eye
But you won’t get my attention, cos I’m still young
When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you
Don’t you get the picture, do I need to spell it out for you?
When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you
See you next Tuesday my love
When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you
Don’t you get the picture, do I need to spell it out for you?
When’s it gonna hit ya, it doesn’t bring any girls for you
See you next Tuesday my love