Well we find ourselves free, and finds ourselves fun
Always into some mischief, and always on the the run
Can't settle in once place, can't settle for one peach
No we prefer a new fruit, so to **** face like a leech
Is it our fault? That we prefer better times?
To switch who were with, as if were trying fine wines.
It's not our fault, that we wanna fly solo
It's just more simple, that sort of MoJo
Will it ever change? Will it ever stop?
Our lives rearrange, and love come out on top?
Whichever it is, we sure like to mingle
No were not *****, we just love bein single;)