I was in love with a good good man And a cheater and a liar Don't forget drunk driver, I should add What a shame it is that the rock I Thought you were turned out to be sand Now I don't like you or your band Your cigarettes, your leather shoes You, your friends, and your middle class white boy blues You've become something I can't stand Don't even miss holding your hand And I don't like you or your band Maybe you should get your shit together You don't wanna be living with mom and dad forever Maybe learn the words to your own songs So your fans can sing along Your cigarettes, your leather shoes You, your friends, and your middle class white boy blues You've become something I can't stand Don't even miss holding your hand And I don't like you or your band Whoa You look dumb smoking hand-rolled cigarettes And I look pretty, I'm looking pretty in my dress You left me unamused and unimpressed And I don't like you or your band Your cigarettes, your leather shoes You, your friends, and your middle class white boy blues You've become something I can't stand Don't even miss holding your sweaty hand And I don't like you or your band Your cigarettes, your leather shoes You, your friends, and your middle class white boy blues You've become something I can't stand Don't even miss holding your hand And I don't like you or your band