One, two, a-one, two, three, woo
The second I put my head on your chest
She knew, she’s got a real sixth sense
Now her name comes up once,
then it comes up twice.
And without her even bein’ here
she’s back in your life.
Now she’s in the same big city on the same dark night
And you’ve lost all your common sense
What a coincidence
Last week, you didn’t have any doubts
This week, you’re holdin’ space for Cheetos in your mouth
Now shе’s sendin’ you some pictures wеarin’ a pink dress
Tryna turn the past into the present tense,
Reminiscing to all your mutual friends
And you’ve lost all your common sense
The way you told me the truth minus seven percent
What a coincidence
What a surprise,
your phone just died.
Your car drove itself from L.A. to buy fries.
Palm Springs looks nice,
but who’s by your side?
See it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew
Least that’s what you said
What a coincidence
Oh wow, you just broke up again
What a coincidence