Sending out a mayday,. we're going down.. The thing we could've done. would've turned it round.. Everything we had, scattered everywhere.. Searching through the wreckage of a love affair..
Your boy, boy, bo-bo-boy, bo-bo-boyfriend. Your boy, boy, bo-bo-boy, bo-bo-boyfriend. Your boy, boy, bo-bo-boy, bo-bo-boyfriend. Your boy, boy, bo-bo-boy, bo-b-boy.