I guess I met the Devil But I sure didn't know no better You were cool as hell like e-mail But still timeless like a letter As I sit and I stare at the satanic glare At the glass frame in front of your face You're alone on my shelf, yelling, "Look at yourself" I feel like Bobby Brady breaking the vase And now you're all screwed up You're so yesterday, miles away Promised myself on New Years Day I'd take a bath today and wash you away As all of your little blond hairs go down the drain Your sister called me yesterday To tell me I was a loser At least I haven't lost my mind And at least I'm not a boozer As I tried to heed to your wants and your needs You were solemnly lost in space So keep reading your books on 'How to give dirty looks' Every time I should be put in my place And now you're all screwed up You're so yesterday, miles away Promised myself on New Years Day I'd take a bath today and wash you away As all of your little blond hairs go down the drain I guess I met the devil But I sure didn't know no better You were cool as hell like e-mail But still timeless like a letter You're so yesterday, miles away Promised myself on New Years Day I'd take a bath today and wash you away As all of your little blond hairs go down the drain All of your little blond hairs All of your little blond hairs All of your little blond hairs