Girl #3

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
You better not wear that target on your chest

Someday you'll find that girl's lost her mind
But by then I'll have found another scooter boy

In the fall you'll be moving away
Since you're no longer in my heart I've been doing okay
I wonder which girl's next for your union jack
You 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
Everyone can see that you must be crazy
I only wanted to be girl number one, not number three