Ooh, girl don't lie. I know that Corsican rosé stays on your mind. And ohhh, what went wrong. We used to turn up Serge Gainsbourg and sing along. . I had a nice vacation.
Ooh, I can't believe what you told me. You know that I'd never hit and tell. You got me right where you want me. With candy apples and sweet caramel. .
You held the world, like a photograph. Hung up and curled, now it's torn in half. Too old, too fast, too much for you. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?.