Go and take a ride to her shop in Grant Park
You can walk through the door and shove the knife in her heart
When you tell her that you can't stand the song anymore
The one you two adopted on the prom dance floor
You can be a Tom Cruise and make a big scene
Or be like MacGuyver and cut it clean
Either way there's gonna be blood on the floor
When you tell her that you don't dig girls anymore
Anymore...
Anymore...
Here's a funny story about a singer named Jed
He caught his girlfriend with a woman in bed
They were watching Loveline with a bottle of wine
Having a party like it's 1999
So he threw down the movies and he had a heart attack
He jumped in the ocean, and he never swam back
They stood there naked, except for their socks
Feeling cheaper than a prize in a Cracker Jack box
I don't think Jed's really gonna wanna rock
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Anymore...(I can't believe it)
Anymore...(I can't believe it)
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I can't see the truth
For all of the dirty lines
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All in all
You're gonna lose your mind
There's a little story that you're gonna adore
Kinda like the lost scene on the cutting room floor
It's all fun and games til you get a black eye
You're down in the swer askin' all the rats, "why?"
You can live & love & lie & cheat if you wish
But you know that's bout as takcy as a satellite dish
On a hot pink house with a burgundy door
With cigarette butts all over the floor
I don't think my stomach's gonna take anymore
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