You must feel funny. You must feel flattered

I heard you wem sick. He must be very worried

This is what true love is all about hunger

Get out your valentines. Get out your revolver



We all know

He had a love thing

And he's got something for you

You have a thing for him



A chance romance one in 200 million

You betrayed your duty. It might have been a lovely wedding

I'm sure he forgives you for what you did to him

Sand him a postcard. Maybe you two could go out on a date



I know, I was in love once

I had a love thing and he's got something for you

You have a thing for him



So what am you going to do

Are you going to be so stupid? Don't be so fucking stupid

What are you going to do?

Put yourself away in one of those books