I'm a crazy ex-girlfriend It took me five bars, saw thirty license plates I saw her Mustang and my eyes filled up with rage I brought my pistol, but I ain't some kinda fool So I walked right in, barehanded; she was on his arm while he was playing pool

All the Pinot, Pinot Grigio girls Watch your blues turn gold Keep it real cold 'Cause it's a fired-up world Oh, oh, make it all make sense Pour your heart out Oh, oh, does it all make sense? I was twenty-three She was thirty-five