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