I wake up alone
Hypnotize my phone
I hope that you´d be calling me right now
Sheets made up your side
And I realize
That you haven´t been home again
Where´s the love you said you feel
Our love head over heels
You always flying business class
Sleeping lone ain´t really paradise
Your job is first it´s really hype
But listen! Workaholic´s not my type
You keep leaving why oh why
What´s the place you have to fly?
I am not your souvenir
You either call or make me love
´cause I am sick and tired waiting here
Don´t think I´ll be so crazy
To make you slip out this easy
Do you prefer me or busy
Don´t be stupid acting sleazy
If you are fooling me round
As soon as you touch the ground
I´ll show you what I can do,
Workaholic I´m over you
Postcards from NYC
Pretending you miss me
But you never let me go with you
I´d like to see your world
But I´m on overload
From being overlooked so please
If other girl is having you
Be a man and face the true
I just want to know what´s important for you
Out of blue, if I knew I would prioritize I'm no toy for you
When I wake up you are gone
At your hotel there´s no phone
Coming home your plane delayed
You won´t come for over night
But listen! Workaholic´s not my type
Don´t think I´ll be so crazy
To make you slip out this easy
Do you prefer me or busy
Don´t be stupid acting sleazy
If you are fooling me round
As soon as you touch the ground
I´ll show you what I can do,
Workaholic I´m over you
Don´t know how you schedule flights
How should I fill lonely nights?
I know you are cabin crew
(who do you screw?)