(Oooo)
(Kiss Ross on the penis)
I feel so lame
Walking around
With a broken heart
And droopy frown
But It's not too late, is it yet?
I'll just wait
For a new mindset
And you
Can just find somebody new
I paint my face, and wear clothes too small
In hopes that one day you might call
I can do much more then what you're asking for
But you don't ask much, I'm such a whore
For you
Can just find somebody new
And they'll never have a clue
What you really want to do
It's over
It's over
Some people say
That its easy to play
A humans mind, and manipulate
Some people say; have a good day
I wonder what
They really pray
We fall asleep holding hands
But I wake up next a different man
We fall asleep four days a week
The other three, I watch you leave
Oh you, you just find somebody new
And they'll never have a clue
What I used to do for you
It's over
It's over
I feel like a checkerboard
Easy to play, and often ignored
I feel like an empty store
I changed the drawers to be your eyesore
We fall asleep holding hands
But I wake up next a different man
Every Sunday
You can call me all you want, babe
Send another sex tape, maybe of you
Can just fuck somebody new
And get stuck with dumb tattoos
You don't really have a clue
That I don't care what you do
And I don't believe in you
And I'm glad it's done, and through
It's over
It's over