One, two, three
How was I supposed to know
That you could get inside me
How could I have ever predicted
That you and me would make so much sense from the start
You know who you are
A piece of my heart would be missing
If you let my kissing stop
It would be the most beautiful shame
If our beauty didn't stay the same
How was I supposed to know
That you could get inside me
How could I have ever predicted
That you and me would make so much sense from the start
You know who you are
A piece of my heart would be missing
If you let my kissing stop
It would be the most beautiful shame
If our beauty didn't stay the same