*** Palace Lyrics by Lily Allen
Don’t come home
I don’t want you in my bed
Go to the apartment in the West Village instead
I’ll drop off your clothes
Your mail and medication
I’m already on my way
Heading to the station
Stuck on the F
There’s a problem on the line
I couldn’t be more stressed
I’m losing my mind
Up to the first floor
Key in the front door
Nothing’s ever gonna be the same anymore
And that’s when I realised
Something don’t feel right
I didn’t know it was your *** palace
*** palace
*** palace
*** palace
I always thought it was a dojo
Dojo
Dojo
So am I looking at a *** addict?
*** addict?
*** addict?
*** addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow
Oh, no
Oh, no
I didn’t know it was your *** palace
*** palace
*** palace
*** palace
I always thought it was a dojo
Dojo
Dojo
So am I looking at a *** addict?
*** addict?
*** addict?
*** addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow
Oh, no
Oh, no
I found a shoebox full of handwritten letters
From brokenhearted women wishing you could have been better
Sheets pulled off the bed
Strewn on all on the floor
Long black hair probably from the night before
Duane Reade bag with the handles tied
*** toys, butt plugs, lube inside
Hundreds of Trojans, you’re so *** broken
How’d I get caught up in your double life?
And that’s when I realised
Something don’t feel right
I didn’t know it was your *** palace
*** palace
*** palace
*** palace
I always thought it was a dojo
Dojo
Dojo
So am I looking at a *** addict?
*** addict?
*** addict?
*** addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow
Oh, no
Oh, no
I didn’t know it was your *** palace
*** palace
*** palace
*** palace
I always thought it was a dojo
Dojo
Dojo
So am I looking at a *** addict?
*** addict?
*** addict?
*** addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow
Oh, no
Oh, no
I didn’t know it was your *** palace
*** palace
*** palace
*** palace
I always thought it was a dojo
Dojo
Dojo
So am I looking at a *** addict?
*** addict?
*** addict?
*** addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow
Oh, no
Oh, no