The Streets, Fumin - Cross That Line lyrics

I used to love you like stir fry
But now you're boring like corned beef
I silenced it when you call me
Girl you should come in a cob your so corny
One touch I used to get horny
Now I don't want no vitamin c
Trying to take me for a leek
It's no gravy it's straight up beef
So when I see you in the streets
I'll ignore you like carrots and peas
Or like E's and dubs and like lines and E’s
Cos I don't need you
You're like beetroot and onions
I was in love with the girl from London
Until she

Crossed that line (don't you every try to)
Cross that line (don't you every try to)
Cross that line
(cos I'll just pack my bags and leave)
Feel so blue

Look I used to love you like Friday
Now your'e boring like Sunday
We used to meet up on a Monday
She knew she’d be wifey one day
Without fail we’d eat food on Tuesday
Somewhere like Nando's
Truth is I don't wanna make big plans though
Cos I know how pear shaped they can go
Still said I loved you on Wednesday
And I don't care what your friends say
Cos you're my girl and you're my life
And your my world
Then you went and cheated on Thursday
With a guy called Jermaine
Look I wanna know has it
Gone past first base?
And how did that start in the first place?
Crossed that line (don't you every try to)
Cross that line (don't you every try to)
Cross that line
(cos I'll just pack my bags and leave)
Feel so blue

You said you'd be faithful
You said you'd be there for me
And then you went and crossed that line
You should be grateful that you
Even hear from me
Cos you know you crossed that line
Don't you ever cross that line, don't
You ever cross that line
Don't let that cross your mind
Don't you ever cross that line, don't
You ever cross that line
Don't let that cross your mind

Crossed that line (don't you every try to)
Cross that line (don't you every try to)
Cross that line
(cos I'll just pack my bags and leave)
Feel so blue

Not a lot I can really, er

The reality of magic's actually tragic
Just a hand and a rabbit in a hat
And some tricks when it's only the aroma of
The polish on the stage
Tragedy and comedy's painful creation
A guy takes it, takes it, and then he don't
Your voice seems to come from
Way off in the smoke
But that's fucking with me
That's fucking safe with me
Push pineapple shake the tree
Crossed that line (don't you every try to)
Cross that line (don't you every try to)
Cross that line
(cos I'll just pack my bags and leave)
Feel so blue

You should be grateful that you
Even hear from me
Cos you know you crossed that line
Don't you ever cross that line, don't
You ever cross that line
Don't let that cross your mind