Текст: All Forgotten. At A Guess I'm Second Best.

So here we are,
We've given up on leaving our thoughts to our pillowcases,
Because the gust caught our feelings and threw them up in the air.
Now please girl I understand,
And far be it from me to homewreck,
But the envy kills me,
And I've never felt more right from doing something so wrong, so wrong.

I'm probably far from the four letters you hear when he whispers in your ear,
But have you ever felt more right from doing something so wrong?
This is so wrong.

I only stand a chance when your other romance has fallen shy from the mark,
If I had you, I'd take you from the pain his distance puts you through.
Oh, if I had you, I'd do a million things that he could never do.
I bet you tiptoe around,
'Cause you keep hearing the sound of your lips touching mine.

At a guess, I'm second best.

I'm probably far from the four letters you hear when he whispers in your ear,
But have you ever felt more right from doing something so wrong?
This is so wrong.

Thank god your happy, let the envy kill me.
If only you knew the way I dream about you.
If only you knew the way I dream about you.

I'm probably far from the four letters you hear when he whispers in your ear,
But have you ever felt more right from doing something so wrong?
This is so wrong.

At a guess; I'm second best.