I believed you when you said I was your Valentine
I'm deceived because I believed you when you said
You'd be mine
Now I know it's over
You're always looking over your shoulder
I knew it wouldn't last
Cause all we have's now in the past
Yeah...
My hands are empty
Just like all those letters that you sent me
Before the ink was dry,
You were shopping around for another guys
What were flames now smolder
This loves getting colder and colder
I wouldn't mind complaints
But all your friends think you're a saint
Yeah, yeah...
Two-Four, Six-Eight,
I don't appreciate it
Two-Four, Six-Eight,
The way you always complicate it
Two-Four, Six-Eight,
I don't appreciate it
Before it's too late
The way you always complicate it
I believed you when you said I was your serpentine(?)
I'm deceived because I believed you when you said
You'd be mine
Now I know it's over
You're only getting colder and colder
I shouldn't mind complaints
Cause all your friends think you're a saint
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
