| How can I love you if I can’t trust you? |
| Sum of all my fears and more |
| I know you make your own bad luck |
| Assume I just got on yours |
| Post-modern Valentine |
| For a brand-new ex-friend of mine |
| Sing it with me one last time |
| Manda bala |
| Manda bala |
| Way down line, won’t be surpirsed |
| If another place, my friend |
| The face I recognize |
| And send this gift again |
| Suprises, ain’t life full of it |
| Finger on the trigger and keep pullin' it |
| Doesn’t matter who you hit |
| Manda, manda, manda bala |
| Manda, manda manda, manda bala |
| Dresses like two face, once off the tube |
| It doesn’t go back in, not for me or you |
| All love’s lost victories |
| In retrospect, I’m thinkin' you’d agree |
| This one is meant for you |
| That’s all, my aim is true |
| Cupid’s got a gift from me to you |
| Manda bala, hey hey |
| Case could be made, this will invade |
| Your private space, my friend |
| But the halves will mess |
| And might will never meet again |
| Suprises, ain’t life full of it |
| Finger on the trigger and keep pullin' it |
| Doeesn’t matter who you hit |
| Manda, manda, manda bala |
| Manda, manda manda, manda bala |
| Full smile and Valentine |
| For a brand-new ex-friend of mine |
| Sing it with me one last time |
| Manda bala |
| Suprises, ain’t life full of it |
| Finger on the trigger and keep pullin' it |
| Doeesn’t matter who you hit |
| Manda, manda, manda bala |
| Manda, manda manda, manda bala |