maybe it's for the better
lost girls a little worse for wear
he did what he could to set her
up for disastrous love shares
even if she wrote him a letter
he could never pay the fare
why we love to hate each other
is a question, I believe, we all share

with your brown hair
and green eyes
your third eye blind
and double speak

here's to you

with your blond hair
and blue, blue eyes
your convincing songs
and good kissing

here's to all of you

all of you who know what you do
and say

and to all of you who don't
but still do a good job of misleading anyway