I tried to paint a picture of you, to prove I still think of you, But the face I drew, it more resembled mine. I tried to buy you some nice things, but bought a record by The Kinks, A band you have always told me, does not appeal to you in any way. When will I ever get it right, When will I ever treat you right. The love songs all go unreleased, B-sides of lesser memories E (stop) And yet you have been there for me, since the very first record I ever wrote myself When will I ever get it right, When will I ever treat you right. My eyes won't settle anywhere, My mind is in the atmosphere When will I ever treat you right. Woah-oh, you know, I can be romantic, Woah-oh, you know, I can wear nice clothes, Woah-oh, you know, I can be romantic, Woah-oh, you know-oh-oh-ohhhhhh. When will I ever get it right, When will I ever treat you right. I'm gonna leave when you say, You wanna leave, And shut up when you say, You need to sleep, Today I'm gonna treat you right. Woah-oh, you know, I can be romantic, (stop) Woah-oh, you know-oh-oh-ohhhhhh.