I believed you when you said I was your Valentine I'm deceived because I believed you when you said You'd be mine Now I know it's over You're always looking over your shoulder I knew it wouldn't last Cause all we have's now in the past Yeah... My hands are empty Just like all those letters that you sent me Before the ink was dry, You were shopping around for another guys What were flames now smolder This loves getting colder and colder I wouldn't mind complaints But all your friends think you're a saint Yeah, yeah... Two-Four, Six-Eight, I don't appreciate it Two-Four, Six-Eight, The way you always complicate it Two-Four, Six-Eight, I don't appreciate it Before it's too late The way you always complicate it I believed you when you said I was your serpentine(?) I'm deceived because I believed you when you said You'd be mine Now I know it's over You're only getting colder and colder I shouldn't mind complaints Cause all your friends think you're a saint Yeah, yeah, yeah...