I don't want to ring your doorbell,
and I do it anyway.
I don't want to think of you,
but I still do it anyway.
I don't want to talk about you,
much less see you. [1]
Shame on you for always
slipping into my songs.
I've tried to tell myself [2]
that you're just not that beautiful, [3]
that you're dumb,
and that don't understand anything,
that we're not meant for each other.
For each of your flaws,
For each of your flaws,
For each of your flaws,
I love you more.
You are so gorgeously pretentious,
so wonderfully arrogant,
so beautifully vain, [4]
that's why I've named you the Queen of my country.
Even though you are always lying,
and breaking young boys' hearts,
you look so darn innocent.
It's your nature.
I cannot be mean to you.
For each of your flaws,
For each of your flaws,
For each of your flaws,
I love you more.