She Doesn't Get It

All the girls pose the same for pictures

All the boys got the same girls' hair

Well, I am bored cause I feel much older

I mean, as if I got a reason to stare

But you talk so loud

And it calms me down

You're crying Let's make a toast

She said she's leaving on Sunday

That leaves me one more night

Can I take you home?

I know it's wrong but I know your type

She said she's leaving on a Sunday

I don't care, I need to know where to turn

I tried it once, it never caught on

I was the only that got burned

I've read every word you said

From a poster of a cat

Four books lay across your sofa

I thought your coffee table was more clever than that

Gets worse once we get to her room

She stops and she sings

Doot doot doo doot doot doo doo doo

I claim New Religion is my song

She doesn't get it, it's all before she's born

And you lock your door

Like I've been here before

I feel like I've seen a ghost

She said she's leaving on Sunday

That leaves me one more night

Can I take you home?

I know it's wrong but I know your type

She said she's leaving on a Sunday

I don't care, I need to know where to turn

I tried it once, it never caught on

I was the only that got burned

I was the only that got burned

Suddenly between sheets and eyelids

I am reminded why I don't do this

I fall in love far too quickly

I never want her to forget me

When you're gone

Will you call?

Will you write?

She said she's leaving on Sunday

That leaves me one more night

Can I take you home?

I know it's wrong but I know your type

She said she's leaving on Sunday

That leaves me one more night

Can I take you home?

I know it's wrong but I know your type

She said she's leaving on a Sunday

I don't care, I need to know where to turn

I tried it once, it never caught on

I was the only one that got burned

I was the only one that got burned

I was the only one that got burned

I was the only one that got burned