I fell in love with your eyes
And i didn't know it at the time, you'd make me a mess
Well its the consequence of love
can't tell when enough is enough
Your arms again take his things
And give them back to him, whoa
I fell in love with your face
And not with your heart, honey not with your heart
but yours are the worst, honey yours are the worst
even if you shot my brains,
that wouldn't hurt, honey that wouldn't hurt
Well its the consequence of love
can't tell when enough is enough
Your arms again take his things
And give them back to him, whoa
I fell in love with your face
And not with your heart, honey not with your heart
and i thought our love was true
There's nothing left to save
so please don't bother anyway
Your arms again take his things
And give them back to him, whoa
I fell in love with your face
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