He loves me, he loves me not, what a game
I thought my heart was precious than a game
But silly me I should've known better
For I'm the only one lightning the flame
Comme ci, Comme ca, for it is all the same
I'll never own up to my lover's name
This fact is known by the smartest bettor
No one's foolish enough to play this game
But honestly though I'm the one to blame
I should've known my love machine was lame
I should have not hoped for something better
I should've brought down my hopes and my aim
And now I lay cuddled in his sweater
Cry and tear to pieces his love letter
