Yeah... I got you in a hot mess Girl, you'll never figure me out Got your last message Heard you're trying to track me down I find it funny that you ended this last week But now you got amnesia on your knees It's always this game with you So make a scene Call the magazines Till the whole worlds at my door Tiel me up Tell me all I am is yours But I don't like you anymore I got you in a hot mess Girl, you'll never figure me out Cause you've been acting reckless Showing up at 2AM At my house So thank you for the roses on my porch The lipstick message on my door It's always the same with you So make a scene Call the magazines Till the whole worlds at my door Tie me up Tell me all I am is yours Baby please, get off your knees Stop saying "everything is cool" Hold your breath Until your lungs are black and blue But I don't like you anymore Guitar solo! So make a scene Call the magazines Till the whole worlds at my door Tie me up Tell me all I am is yours B-b-b-baby please, get off your knees Stop saying "everything is cool" Hold your breath Until your lungs are black and blue And I don't like you And I don't like you I don't like you And I don't like you I don't like you anymore