På repeat i huvudet:

I'd rather be liberated, I find myself captivated
I'd rather stay bold and lonely, I dream I'm your one and only

Stop doing what you
Keep doing it to

I'd rather be jumping ship, I find myself jumping straight in
Forever be dozy and dim, I wake myself thinking of him

Stop doing what you
Keep doing it to

Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone

My bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do
So tell me something I don't know
If my head is full of you, is there nothing I can do?
Must we all march in two by two by two?

And as for some happy ending, I'd rather stay single and thin

Stop doing what you
Keep doing it to

Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange now I can't sleep alone...here

So what do you have to say about that?
And what does someone do without love?
And what does someone do with love?
And what do you have to say about that?