Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
Loving him was red
Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
Loving him was red