He said, Hey there, love.
I said, Hi there, good-looking.
How innocent, right?

Wrong. We were all wrong.
From his music to my hair,
there was arguing.

One day I told him
that if he wanted me here
he would have to change.

He said, I love you,
but you make me want to scream.
Plus, there's someone else…

Then I kissed him hard,
and punched him in his right eye.
Purple's in fashion.

Fuck you, bitch! He yelled.
I walked away, head held high.
Time for a new toy.