The Museum Of Broken Relationships

In the garden of rejection, the broken people go There's a hook where you can hang your heart Frame it on the wall and let it go Halalala let it go Exhibition is of the essence, it's what we come here for Put the relics of your lost love on display And lock the door Halalala lock the door Snake, always kissing her and this and that Snake, going underground to skin the cat Snake, always sneaking out and creeping back Snake, I set the trap He's a cheater, a bottom feeder In this box a lock of his hair Jubilation, he loves me again Halalala I don't care Halalala I don't care Halalala halalala Halalala I don't care Jubilation, he loves me again Jubilation, he loves me again Jubilation, he loves me again Jubilation, he loves me again Jubilation