I want to date you only to break your heart.
I want to take revenge for the bubble that you burst apart.
You gave me hope, hope that we could have something exciting and special.
Then you called,
told me you cannot,
the classic lines of circumstance.
I know I’m perfect for you, you said so yourself.
But don’t worry,
I’ll take revenge – I’m a real bitch.
I’ll make you love me and then leave.
HA HA HA
Then I’ll leave!
Keep you hanging where I found you,
Move on, and then you look behind you:
What you see is a broken home,
Furnished by your dreams,
Burned down by my fury.
Shut up now, or yeah, go on…
Sweet talking makes me want to play the game even more…