Kill The Director

I've met someone that makes me feel seasickOh what a skill to haveOh what a skill to haveSo many skills that make her distinctiveBut they're not mine to haveNo they're not mineWhenever she looks i read the nearest paperThough i don't care about the soapsNo i don't care about the soapsThough i'm acting like i'm in an Eastenders episodeIf this is a rom-com Kill the directorIf this is a rom-comKill the director pleaseCarrots help us see much better in the darkDon't talk to girls; they'll break your heartAnd this is my head and this is my spout*But* they work together; they can't figure anything outSo with the angst of a teenage bandHere's another song about a gender i'll never understandHere's another song about a gender i'll never understandIf this is a rom-comKill the directorIf this is a rom-comKill the directorIf this is a rom-comKill the director pleaseThis is no Bridget JonesThis is no Bridget BridgetThis is no Bridget JonesThis is no Bridget BridgetThis is no Bridget JonesThis is no Bridget BridgetThis is no Bridget JonesThis is no Bridget BridgetThis is no Bridget JonesThis is no Bridget BridgetThis is no Bridget JonesThis is no Bridget BridgetThis is no Bridget JonesThis is no Bridget, Bridget Jones