Call up on a Friday
With your pretty little eyes
Roll them right up a hill
Drawing shapes in the carpet
Washing down a sour taste
With a silly little smile
Push me straight down the stairs
Then you leave my apartment
I know it's Olivia
I know if you want me to
I'll go
But Olivia, it's you
I've been on a bitter end
Cry baby cry
Every now and every then
I catch a scent of your jacket
I know it's Olivia
I know if you want me to
I'll go
But Olivia, it's you
I know it's Olivia
I know if you want me to
I'll go
But Olivia, it's you
