I keep my exes locked in a penthouse
Oh, what can I do? (Oh, what can I do, babe?)
I keep my fingers crossed when I see you
Whatever you do
I wanna travel the world and bring you along
I wanna see the other side of the moon
I never believed in a thing called love
Until I saw your face walk into the room
'Cause when it comes to love, I've been cynical
Even psychoanalytical
Thinkin' love ain't nothin' but a chemical or two
But then I met you, hey
I keep my exes locked in a penthouse
Oh, what can I do? (Oh, what can I do, babe?)
I keep my fingers crossed when I see you
Whatever you do
She's a crazy one, but a lotta fun
She's keepin' pictures of herself around like she's the one
She's quoting Nietzsche and drinks tequila
Havin' the time of her life
But when it comes to love I've been cynical
Even psychoanalytical
Thinkin' love ain't nothin' but a chemical or two
But then I met you, hey
I keep my exes locked in a penthouse
Oh, what can I do? (Oh, what can I do, babe?)
I keep my fingers crossed when I see you
Whatever you do
(Oh, what can I do, babe?)
Eighteen summers, eighteen lovers
But no one like you
Now, I see you standing there
I've got nothing left to lose
I keep my exes locked in a penthouse
Oh, what can I do? (Oh, what can I do, babe?)
I keep my fingers crossed when I see you
Whatever you do
(Oh, what can I do, babe?)
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