Come to my house and I'll set the dog on you

The idea of writing Greg a song was too tempting, the not so lyrical genius of @Gal_Single

We dated eight weeks

But you’re feelings were stronger

Now you don’t seem to sleep

And your texts just get longer

You’re so available whenever I call

It’s like you have no other life at all

And you set yourself up for a fall

Cos I’m not your girl

If you come to my house

I’m gonna close the door

Get my mum to say

I don’t live here anymore

If you come to my house

I’ll set the dog on you

Because he thinks you’re too keen too

I told you it’s over

But you just won’t accept

That half this relationship had been in your head

You made yourself one hell of a bed

Now you can lie in it

If you come to my house

I’m gonna close the door

Get my mum to say

I don’t live here anymore

If you come to my house

I’ll set the dog on you

Because he thinks you’re too keen too

Stop texting me your soppy goodbyes

Eight weeks is not long enough to cry

I’m sure you will get over it if you try

Cos I’m not your girl

If you come to my house

I’m gonna close the door

Get my mum to say

I don’t live here anymore

If you come to my house

I’ll set the dog on you

Because he thinks you’re too keen too