There's a theory that says when a bottle of perfume is getting empty

It starts smelling like the corresponding scent of the opposite sex

So all the efforts made to forget or move on are totally ruined

'Cause it reminds you of her or him and there's another theory that says hi

I would really like to know the truth

But she was killed when she was young

And I'm so weary when I've got no proof

I hate when the dream's too long

Every man has a databank with dimensions stored in great detail

Of every female human he's met, but we still don't know what that's for

Some girls happen to burn their dinners out of joy

For they think too much of a boy and forget the frying pan

I would really like to know the truth

But she was killed when she was young

And I'm so weary when I've got no proof

I hate when the dream's too long

Once I bought a coat and then home, I found a phone number in my pocket

So I thought the saleswoman wanted to go on a date with me

But it was only someone who had reserved it and left a note in it

Still I was grinning a bit since I got the last one of this kind

I would really like to know the truth

But she was killed when she was young

And I'm so weary when I've got no proof

I hate when the dream's too long

In five years you'll tell me what happened

And in ten you'll tell me why

You are all that I despise

And I wish that you were dead