| i asked you, to go out, with me your quite the knock out
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| i showed up early pounding loud on your front door
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| can i use, your bathroom, and not a moment too soon
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| it must have been the hot wings from the night before
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| i could just keep it in another couple hours maybe then
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| you would be telling me what’s really on your mind
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| just hold that thought, i’ll be right back,
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| i just can’t hold it in this time
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| the blow-out, was ugly, just tell your mom i’m sorry
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| i didn’t mean to drive your family from your home
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| they seemed so pissed at me it happens to us all it will you’ll see
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| i know, i know, my so called life has got to go why do i always seem to mess things up — most everytime
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| and i know, i know, a second chance for me to show
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| i wanna make it up to you and take you out a second time
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| no wonder, you hate me, you spent 3 hours waiting
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| while i was in your bathroom, clogging up the bowl
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| thought of so many ways
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| deciding what i probably shouldn’t say |