Beyond the Music

Perfume - Britney Spears

Perfume - Britney Spears

Do I imagine it, or do I see your stare?

Is there still longing there?

Oh I hate myself, and I feel crazy

Such a classic tale

Current girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, I’m trying to be cool

Am I being paranoid? Am I seeing things? Am I just insecure?

I want to believe

It’s just you and me

Sometimes it feels like there’s three of us in here, baby

So I wait for you to call

And I try to act natural

Have you been thinking ’bout her or about me?

And while I wait I put on my perfume,

Yeah, I want it all over you

I'm gonna mark my territory

I’ll never tell, tell on myself but I hope she smells my perfume

I’ll never tell, tell on myself but I hope she smells my perfume

I hide it well, hope you can’t tell but I hope she smells my perfume

I hide it well, hope you can’t tell but I hope she smells my perfume

I wanna fill the room when she’s in it with you

Please don’t forget me

Do I imagine it, or catch these moments?

I know you got history

But I’m your girlfriend, now I’m your girlfriend trying to be cool

I hope I’m paranoid, that I’m just seeing things, that I’m just insecure

I want to believe

It’s just you and me

Sometimes it feels like there’s three of us in here, baby

So I, wait for you to call

And I try to act natural

Have you been thinking ’bout her or about me?

And while I wait I put on my perfume,

Yeah, I want it all over you

I'm gonna mark my territory

So I, wait for you to call

And I try to act natural

Have you been thinking ’bout her or about me?

And while I wait I put on my perfume,

Yeah, I want it all over you

I'm gonna mark my territory

I’ll never tell, tell on myself but I hope she smells my perfume

I’ll never tell, tell on myself but I hope she smells my perfume

I hide it well, hope you can’t tell but I hope she smells my perfume

I hide it well, hope you can’t tell but I hope she smells my perfume

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I imagine he would call me eventually, 

tell me he'd be here in five minutes. 

But he never shows. 

I sit on my couch,

sulking into a bottle of wine.

Dress hiked up, stockings torn on my thighs,

he's screwing another girl.

The clock counts down to 7 pm,

58, 59, time.

Yet you're not here.

You sleep with me the next night and I brush off the bruises,

 the marks she's left on you.

Don't lie when you say, "I love you." because it might just kill me.

I'm not stupid,

but you think I am.

You think you can hide it all,

oh how wrong you are.

But it's okay.

The next time you show I'll make sure she knows that I'm yours.

Can you smell the Diore permeating from his chest honey?

I'll act oblivious,

let it play out because I'm sneaky like that.

I'm smarter like that.

Better than that.