Στοίχοι: The Cure. Three Imaginary Boys. It's Not You.

You wear your smile like it was goin' out of fashion
Dress to inflame but douse any ideas of passion
You carry your love in a trinket hanging around your throat
Always inviting, always exciting but I must not take off my coat

Well I'm tired of hangin' around
I want somebody new
I'm not sure who I've got in mind
But I know that it's not you, that it's not you

You ask me questions that I never wanted to hear
I am the only one just until you finish this year
I would murder you if I had the alibi here in my hand
But you just laugh 'cause you don't understand

That I'm tired of hangin' around
I want somebody new
I'm not sure who I've got in mind
But I know that it's not you

That it's not you
That it's not you
That it's not you
That it's not you

That it's not you
No it's not you
That it's not you
It's not you
It's not you