La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laYou blow me a kissAnd I blow it offI'm so tired of thisYou better keep your hands offMy heart, my legsLife can be so vagueSometimes I think it's a jokeWe could be a songOpera in the checkOut the doorAnother goodbyeSo tune in for moreOh, I'm through with himTill he comes back againFor the next episodeWe could be a songDarling, we have to talkYeahHe said he was sorryAnd I said I was sorryCould this be the end?The end of the storyAnd if we don't, don't break upWe could fall in loveSeparate, elopeWe could be a songLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laI love youI love youI love youI hate youI love youI hate youThis time it's foreverAnd ever and everI hate youI love youI hate youI love youI hate youI love youI hate youI love youI hate youI love youI hate youI love youI hate youI love you