Texty: The Soviettes. Love Song.

Well, the girl like her likes him
I think she's thinking that the boy like him likes her, but she's just wishing
Because the boy like him likes him and now they're leaving
So the girl like her's, like, left and now she's thinking "my life is over!"
But now a girl likes her, and like her she was thinking
That the boy that liked her-and now he's leaving
But if the girl like her likes her it could start looking like the girl and her would go

And now she's thinking "This isn't over"