Lyrics Flavor Of The Weak - American Hi-Fi

Flavor Of The Weak

She paints her nails
And she don’t know
He’s got her best friend on the phone
She’ll wash her hair
His dirty clothes
Are all he gives too her
And he’s got posters on the wall
Of all the girls he wished she was
And he means everything to her
Her boyfriend
He don’t know
Anything about her age
too stoned
Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She’s just the flavor of the week
It’s friday night
And she’s all alone
He’s a million miles away
Shes dressed to kill
But the TV’s on He’s connected to the sound
And he’s got pictures on the wall
Of all the girls he’s loved before
And she knows all his favourite songs
Her boyfriend
He don’t know
Anything about her age
too stoned
Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She’s just the flavor of the week… yeah
Her boyfriend
He don’t know
Anything about her age
He’s too stoned
He’s too stoned
He’s too stoned
He’s too stoned
Her boyfriend
He don’t know
Anything about her age
too stoned
Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She’s just the flavor of the week
Yeah, she’s the flavor of the week
She makes me weak…