You know I cannot stand your love for alcohol 
You're such a tall man but you're looking kind of small 
I'll send you movie stills to rid you of your ills 
Because you're ill 

Now you're finding out I'm hard to please 
You'd better watch your mouth you'll bring a girl close to tears 
I ripped up my lyric book, gave myself the blackest look 
Black looks 

You would think by now I wouldn't miss this place 
It makes my poor legs weak and my sweet heart start to race 
To race, yeah to race