We don't fight fair.

[judge]

I don't have any special wisdom imparted to me for turning 30, except that the day of was made especially interesting by out of town Alabamians, drunken blonde women, and a certain Tony Hughes. I wasn't joking when I said I never expected to make it this far, so who knows what will happen now.

Baby, seasons change but people don't
And I'll always be waiting in the back room
I'm boring but overcompensate
with Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography

But don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines
A widow or a divorcee?

Don't pretend, don't pretend.

We don't fight fair

They say your head can be a prison
Then these are just conjugal visits,
People will dissect us till
This doesn't mean a thing anymore

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me

Would you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion and magazines
Widow or a divorcee?

Don't pretend, don't pretend

We'll do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed
In secret places

We don't fight fair

We'll do it in the dark
With smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed
In secret places

We don't fight fair
With smiles on our faces
We're trapped and well concealed
In secret places

Don't pretend you ever forget 'bout me
We don't fight fair
Don't pretend you ever forget 'bout me

We don't fight fair.