
This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
UK Indie-rock female artist, sassy, sarcastic, modern big band jazz, funk

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
UK Indie-rock female artist, sassy, sarcastic, modern big band jazz, funk
Lyrics
"Oops. Did it again.
Left the fire on, lost a shoe,
Somebody check on my reputation too."
Keys in the gutter, champagne on the floor,
Somebody’s leaving through the backdoor.
Dress got ripped, blame the chandelier,
Didn’t start the fire, but I’m still here.
You know the drill, you know the rules,
And yet, here we are again
Glasses cracked, speakers blown,
Guess we just can’t pretend.
This is why we can’t have nice things,
Give me five minutes, I’ll ruin everything.
Came for the vibe, left with the mess,
Bet you thought I’d try my best.
Goldfish memory, blackout taste,
Got a list of regrets but I lost my place.
If there's a line, yeah, I crossed it twice,
Left a trail of "oops" and bad advice.
You know the drill, you know the rules,
And yet, here we are again
Velvet ropes torn to shreds,
Guess we just don’t learn our lesson.
This is why we can’t have nice things,
Give me five minutes, I’ll ruin everything.
Came for the vibe, left with the mess,
Bet you thought I’d try my best.
"Oops. Did it again.
Somebody tell me how this ends."
This is why we can’t have nice things,
Give me five minutes, I’ll ruin everything.
Came for the vibe, left with the mess,
Bet you thought I’d try my best.
This is why we can’t have nice things
Don’t invite me, unless you like the sting.
Oh well.
Flicked my lighter in the VIP,
Set off alarms just lookin’ at me.
Someone screamed, “She’s back again!”
I curtsied deep - said, “Tell a friend.”
Makeup smeared like modern art,
Tattooed “oops” across my heart.
They said, “Behave,” I said, “I tried…”
Then cannonballed into the velvet slide.
"Oops. Did it again.
Somebody tell me how this ends."
This is why we can’t have nice things,
My name’s on the list of your top five sins.
Stumbled in cute, left like a storm,
You can’t cage fire - it don’t conform.
This is why we can’t have nice things
Don’t blame me, I just pull the strings.
Laugh it off, then light the fuse…
Darling, chaos looks good on you.
Oh well.
