I think I should’ve left it as bad as it was I think I should’ve kept it On the darkest shelf of my mind But somehow when he texted It stayed in my thoughts Had a feeling I’d regret it But I went ahead and gave it a shot I think I like sweet things 'Cause they mellow the bitter taste Of somebody’s words all gone to waste I picked out the perfect little place And tried to look at your face Just Sitting there sipping my glass of tap water Spilling my heart over pastéis de nata Still I cannot tell what you were after In London’s covent garden eating pastéis de nata He said that he was sorry That we could be friends I told him not to worry As I'm all good in the end He said that he respects me At the time it was fine But it’s been more than seven months And he hasn’t been in touch Should’ve known it was all a lie And now I like sweet things 'Cause they mellow the bitter taste Of all of my words all gone to waste I wish that I’d never seen your face Sometimes I remember that place Just Sitting there sipping my glass of tap water Spilling my heart over pastéis de nata Still I cannot tell what you were after In London’s covent garden eating pastéis de nata Sitting there sipping my glass of tap water Ripping my wounds over pastéis de nata He’s clearly no saint And I'm not a martyr At least I love those covent garden pastéis de nata Well at least I know better At least I know better At least I know better now Well at least I know better At least I know better At least I know better from now