… or it’s gonna go down in flames. (…) New money, suit and tie… I can read you like a magazine. Ain’t it funny? Rumors fly and I know you heard about me. So, hey, let’s be friends! I’m dying to see how this one ends! Grab your passport and my hand… I can make the bad guys good for a weekend. (…) Cherry lips, crystal skies… I could show you incredible things: Stolen kisses, pretty lies… You’re the King, baby, I’m your Queen. Find out what you want, be that girl for a month. Wait, the worst is yet to come… Oh, no! Screaming, crying, perfect storms. I can make all the tables turn. Rose garden filled with thorns, keep you second guessing like. “Oh, my God, who is she?” I get drunk on jealousy, but you’ll come back each time you leave. ‘Cause, darling, I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream. (…) Boys only want love if it’s torture. Don’t say I didn’t say, I didn’t warn ya. So it’s gonna be forever or it’s gonna go down in flames. You can tell me when it’s over if the high was worth the pain. Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane. ‘Cause you know I love the players and you love the game. ‘Cause we’re young and we’re reckles, we’ll take this way too far. It’ll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar. Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane, but I’ve got a blank space, baby, and I’ll write your name.