One, two, three, four!
I took the perfect avenue down the road to both of you.
Did I go Dutch?
Is this too much?
With all the money in the world,
you could never buy this girl.
Quite enough,
it will be tough.
If romancing me with neons is something you should do,
make the letters bright and luminous and blue.
And get me waking up, shaking up, tangled up.
You could be quaking up, making up, tangled up.
You can't be faking it, making it, for my love.
Before this tragedy, don't get me tangled up.
I can't separate your sins,
to me you're acting like you're twins.
This is a mess,
is this a test?
How many guesses do I get,
till only one of you is left?
You're quite the same,
if love's the game.
I want to see emotions,
colour in the sky,
to the point it will make me wanna cry.
And get me waking up, shaking up, tangled up.
You could be quaking up, making up, tangled up.
You can't be faking it, making it, for my love.
Before this tragedy, don't get me tangled up.
Treating girls like a yo-yo,
is a no-no of a monumental kind.
If playing with your strength,
happens to be your thing,
it's easy to say to God,
oh,
nevermind.
And get me waking up, shaking up, tangled up.
You could be quaking up, making up, tangled up.
You can't be faking it, making it, for my love.
Before this tragedy, don't get me tangled up.
Tangled up.
Tangled up.
Tangled up.