I'm learning. I'm yearning. I'm burning all your stuff, But that's not enough. I'm thinking that I'm aching: Mistaking lust for love.
Thanks that was fun. Don't forget, no regrets ('cept maybe one)
Did I scare you when I dared you? I stared you in the eye and told you good-bye. You mocked me. It shocked me, When you walked me to the bus.
Thanks that was fun. Don't forget, no regrets ('cept maybe one) Made a deal, not to feel (God, that's dumb)
Everybody knows the deal fell through. I was hoping I could just blame you. When was it that I became so soft?
This sentimentality doesn't look good on me. I thought that you would be begging to be with me. I'm the one on my knees, blubbering, "Please, let me stay".
Deflated and jaded. I hate it when you call (which isn't at all) I've spoken, though broken. Here's a token of my love.
Thanks that was fun. Don't forget, no regrets ('cept maybe one) Made a deal, not to feel (God, that was dumb) Don't forget, no regrets ('cept maybe one) Made a deal, not to feel.
Compositores: Lloyd Edward Elwyn Robertson (Ed Robertson) (SOCAN), Steven Jay Page (Steven Page) (SOCAN)Editores: Treat Baker Music Inc (SOCAN), Burbank-music Inc (ASCAP)Administração: Burbank-music Inc (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #14462520 em 09/Abr/2024