Here come the girl who loves all the tension,
Keeps me holding on and did I fail to mention love, the enemy of all that's above?
Well, I've had enough and I can't talk about it.
I can't talk about it,
I can't talk about it,
I can't talk about it,
I can't, I can't.
I ain't made for all this,
Think you've broken my bliss,
I guess this is a miss,
And I have to insist that one and one, and one is three,
And one and two is one too many for me,
One and one, and one is three,
And one and two is one too many for me.
Here come the man, he wants his freedom,
Wants all the girls, but don't want to keep them,
Control, it makes him feel whole, fills up his pride, empties his soul.
I can't talk about it,
I can't talk about it,
I can't talk about it,
I can't, I can't.
In the end, it's the same under a different name,
He decides who he is by what everyone says,
One and one, and one is three,
And one and two is one too many for me,
One and one, and one is three,
And one and two is one too many for me.
And I know it's hard to live down here when it's easy to get by with your head in the air,
Hard to be someone with no one to compare yourself to.
And I can't talk about it,
I can't talk about it,
I can't talk about it,
I can't, I can't.
And I wish you could see that your reason to be isn't you, isn't me, and it ain't popularity.
One and one, and one is three,
And one and two is one too many for me,
One and one, and one is three,
And one and two is one too many for me,
One and one, and one is three,
And one and two is one too many for me,
One and one, and one is three,
And one and two is one too many for me, yeah.
