| Call her thief, call her shallow and insincere | |
| 'Cause you'll never see just how perfect she could be | |
| Then she's gone and my friends can come along | |
| And they tell me that I'm happier | |
| One more fight, yeah, you tell me all the time | |
| How do I swallow my pride? | |
| But she's the one, she's the one | |
| But she's the one, she's the one | |
| Time and time I hear things that can't be true | |
| And it's only talk 'cause she'll never be so cruel | |
| Every night there's a new name on her arm | |
| That I don't think I recognize | |
| And it's never strange just how long she stays away | |
| I guess I'll have to compromise | |
| Though she's the one, she's the one | |
| But she's the one, she's the one | |
| But she's the one, she's the one | |
| But she's the one, she's the one |