nothing to do but remember and burn,
thinking of you, and glad that we're done
you were heaven and hell rolled into one.
I'm glad that we're done.
I'll be glad when you're dead.
Because maybe that day,
you'll stop haunting my head!
Burn, baby, burn!
I listen to music, I think of you,
regretting my choices, but what could I do?
I thought you were perfect, a total ten.
What can I say? I was stupid back then.
I'm glad that we're done.
I'll be glad when you're dead.
Because maybe that day,
you'll stop haunting my head!
Burn, baby, burn!
I only think of you, when I'm on the drink,
the rest of the time, you're not worth the think.
I am not bitter and I'm rarely sad,
when I remember dumping you, I'm just glad.
I'm glad that we're done.
I'll be glad when you're dead.
Because maybe that day,
you'll stop haunting my head!
Burn, baby, burn!
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