Фогет Зэ Имаджн, Ай Гат Э Харт

So you think that you love that fragile voice?
Actually, you're possesed by a demon called love

She was the one I wanted,
what I wanted at twenty-one
Blue hair and lipgloss
and killer eyeliner

I kept the note in my pocket
that was meant for her
I never dared to hand it over
in case she turned me down

So you think that you love those skinny legs?
Actually, you're possesed by a demon called love

She was the one I wanted,
what I wanted at twenty-one
Blue hair and lipgloss
and killer eyeliner

I kept the note in my pocket
that was meant for her
not too short but, I like to think that,
that she hates me now