Yeah!

Welcome to the station, so here's the situation
Lemme tell you how it all goes down
The girl you've been about, ya come to find out
That she's the biggest ho around

Can we take it to the bridge?
And skip the part about the fridge
Where she keeps her cold heart
By a stale Pop Tart

And the brothers that she fucked (ooh!)
Are getting piled in a truck
And with a little luck
You can get your feet back on the ground

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Why do I
Get it (ooh!)
Then regret it (yeah!)
When I let it (uggh!)
Let it get the best of me
It's killin' me
I'm the opitome
Of every bit of me
I'm better off alone

You got a shitty boyfriend who only answers people with the words from an Everlast song
You got screwed in the end
When he said you're just a friend
You wonder what you're doin' wrong

Workin' seven in the mornin' at the coffee shop pourin'
Out your caffenated heart
(Please don't let me start)

'cause he's at home on the couch
Readin' porn like a slouch
In your really fresh house on Hollywood Boulevard
(And you're out in the yard sayin')

CHORUS

You gotta swallow your pride
Before you swallow that drink
Then you follow the lines
On the floor to the sink
When you climb down the drain
And you sit and you think about
(Everything that went wrong)

CHORUS

Writer : WALKER, BUTCH
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing