I picked up a fight just for you to smell
The fumes of my strawberry perfume
I'm not obsessed, why assume
I'll wait hours and hours for my flowers?
Something you say that's ours (ours, ours)
I know looks can really deceive
But I promise I'm not that crazy
Rum-pa-pum, rum-pa-pum
Rum-pa-pum, rum-pa-pum
I remember all the hearts they've won
And how many they've broken
Rum-pa-pum, rum-pa-pum
Rum-pa-pum, rum-pa-pum
I picked up a fight just for you to smell
The fumes of my strawberry perfume
I'm not obsessed, why assume
I'll wait hours and hours for my flowers?
Something you say that's ours (ours, ours)
