When I met you things seemed so brand new You filled my gears with oil and my heart with glue But you couldn't see that I am the best You better not wear that target on your chest
Someday you'll find that girl's lost her mind But by then I'll have found another scooter boy
In the fall you'll be moving away Since you're no longer in my heart I've been doing okay I wonder which girl's next for your union jack You better not wear that target on your back
I don't want you or your warped version of the truth I've already found another scooter boy Everyone can see that you must be crazy I only wanted to be girl number one, not number threeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
