Das ist ein Club. Warum? Einfach so.
I remember, when we broke up the first time,
Saying, «This is it, I’ve had enough,»
’cause like
We hadn’t seen each other in a month,
When you said, you needed space. What?
Then you come around again and say
«Baby, I miss you and I swear, I’m gonna change, trust me.»
Remember, how that lasted for a day?
I say, «I hate you,» we break up,
You call me, «I love you.»
Oooh, we called it off again last night,
But, oooh, this time I’m telling you, I’m telling you
