I regret having to admit who I am
Not that I'm not pleased with myself
Just because you might not be
I judge books by the cover
Tore the tag off my mattress
And when I paint, I don't mix the right the colors

I love you five hundred million eighteen thousand point three times in a row
And if that don't make sense then, I'll have to find some way to let you know
I need you, I can't live without you
If only you could know
I love you five hundred million eighteen thousand point three times in a row