chorus
on monday ill like you
tuesday i wont
wednesday ill fight you
thursday i wont
friday your face fits
saturday it dont
but on a sunday its easy for me
im a selective saint you see
verse 1
ive got my favourites and it shows
ive got a feelin everyone knows
i know who to be nice to
i know who to dismiss
i know which people i gotta kiss
people pleasing dont give me the blues
im a selective saint with nothing to lose
verse 2
im a selective saint and i know it
im a selective saint and i show it
i know the times when to lie
i know the times to act shy
i know when ive got to say please
i always know the time to leave
and like any other hypocrite
cant get enough of those titbits
repeat chorus
im having a go at changing my ways
im still trying early days
ive been told its a long road ahead
any chance of shortcuts instead
if i dont take their advice
a selective saint ill be for life
i look in the mirror and ask myself why
is the answer one last try