When I met you things seemed so brand new
You filled my gears with oil and my heart with glue
But you couldn't see that I am the best
Better not wear that target on your chest
Someday you'll find Linda's lost her mind
But by then I'll have found another scooter boy
Ooo
In the fall you'll be moving away.
Since you're no longer in my heart I've been doing ok.
(I wonder which girl's next for your union jack?)
Better not wear that target on your back.
I don't want you or your warped version of the truth.
I've already found another scooter boy.
Ooo
Everyone can see that you must be crazy.
I only wanted to be girl number 1, not number 3.