Sometimes I wonder if you still wanna fuck me Like you said on AIM In '08 (totally!) Bible study, we were buddy-buddy Then you said that we should fornicate (like, yeah!)
[Hook] In my gross Ugg boots, in your scene-king suit Let your white studded belt hit the ground And my hair stay teased as I'm on my knees Shut the Porta Potty door and not a sound
[Refrain] And like every other shitty love story You came and went, just like that And I tried to call you desperately But boy you didn't add me back, yeah
[Pre-Chorus] And baby I know, I know whatever city you're in You're still the boy that I'd pick In a line up of, like, 30 hot guys Your eyes are so, so pretty, I bet Your lips are probably wet With the lies of our relationship
[Chorus] Now it's fine because I'm a whore And I sleep with guys just for fun and drugs, but Sometimes I stay inside and wonder why I thought we were cool (I thought we were cool) In Vacation Bible School, Bible School, oooh Vacation Bible School, Bible School, oooh Vacation Bible School, Bible School, oooh Vacation Bible School, Bible School, oooh Do you think you're better off alone Do you think you're better off alone Do you think you're better off alone Do you think you're better off alone
Talk to me, ooh Talk to me Talk to me, ooh Talk to me
Do you think you're better off alone Do you think you're better off alone
Do you think you're better off alone Do you think you're better off alone Do you think you're better off alone Do you think you're better off alone
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