Letra Flavour Of The Week de American Hi-fi original

She paints her nails,
And she don't know,
He's got her best friend on the phone.
She'll wash her hair,
His dirty clothes,
Are all he gives to her.
And he's got posters on the wall, of all the girls he wished she was.
And he means everything to her.

Her boyfriend, he don't know, anything about her. He's too stoned. Nintendo. I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavour of the week.

It's Friday night and she's all alone. He's a million miles away. She's dressed to kill, but the TV’s on, he's connected to the sound. And he's got pictures on the wall, of all the girls he's loved before, and she knows all his favorite songs.

Her boyfriend, he don't know, anything about her. He's too stoned. Nintendo. I wish that I could make her see, she's just the flavour of the week.

Her boyfriend, he don't know, anything about her. He's too stoned, he's too stoned, he's too stoned, he's too stoned.

Her boyfriend, he don't know, anything about her, he's too stoned. Nintendo. I wish I could make her see, she's just the flavour of the week. Yeah, she's the flavour of the week.

Yeah, she’s the flavour of the week
And she makes me weak