Another fragile castaway Another big-shot scorned You say you've got an opinion and you know we've all been warned But when your eyes run us up and down We know it's time to go You said you read a lot of Tolstoy Gettin' to the club as the drunks pour in Stayin' 'til they kick you out at close again Never knew a fight you couldn't pick with words Never heard a 'no' that you couldn't ignore You're just another word for...
Know-it-all You really can't help it Know-it-all They really don't know Know-it-all You really can't help it How can you show?
Know-it-all Someone's gotta teach her Know-it-all You think that it's you Know-it-all You really can't help it How can you show what they don't know?
At every coffee shop in town At every bar's empty stool We know you're gonna be there and ready to play the fool You say it's actually like this You say he really didn't mean that Ooh, such a matter of nothing Thick hair, familiar slouch Explaining all the world from the back of your couch God help a girl who doesn't know She just made a date with the creep next door Oh, fuck this moron
Know-it-all You really can't help it Know-it-all They really don't know Know-it-all You really can't help it How can you show?
Know-it-all Will we ever know silence Know-it-all Can you ever let go? Know-it-all You really can't help it How can you show what they don't know?
Oh, oh, oh
Cue the music, cue the lights Cue your boyish drunken fights Cue the headache, 3pm Get up and do it all again Cue the flowers, cue the sun Cue your finger on your thumb Think you're better than the best Give it a God damn restTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
