My ex boyfriend always used to say 'I'd catch a grenade for yah' and I always used to sing it back. I got rid of him a few hours ago and now all I want to do is throw bloody grenades at him. I've cried, made myself sick and screamed into a pillow. But the only thing that's made me smile is Doo-Wops and Hooligans.
God, I love you Bruno Mars.