You & I are like oil & water & we’ve been trying, trying, trying ohhhhh, to mix it up. We’ve been dancing on a volcano & we’ve been crying, crying, crying over blackened souls. Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time. It will not be the last time. There is no parasol that could shelter this weather. I been smiling with anchors on my shoulders But I’ve been dying, dying, dying ohhh, ohhh, oh to let them go. Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time. It will not be the last time. There is no parasol that could shelter this weather. Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time. It will not be the last time. We were trying to believe everything would get better. ( ) We been lying to each other Hey! Babe! Let’s just call it, call it, call it Ohhhhhhhhhhh, what it is! Oil & water! Oil & water! Oil & water!