She's got the kind of look defies gravity She's the cook And she's
She's to private school And she perfect French got the perfect friends Oh, she cool?
She Tai Chi She'd never her nerve She's more than you She's just far better me
Hey, hey!
So bother I die of deception I promise you won't see me cry Don't sorry
And bother I'll be fine, but waiting And the ring you gave to her will its shine So don't bother, be
I'm she doesn't know How to touch you like I I beat her at one good you think so?
She's almost six feet She must think I'm a I'm a cat, you see And it's not my last at all
Hey, hey!
So don't I die of deception I promise you ever see me cry Don't sorry
Don't be fine, but she's waiting And the ring you gave to her will lose its So don't bother, be
For you, I'd up all I own And to a communist country If you with me, of course And I'd file my nails, so don't hurt you And lose those pounds, and learn football If it you stay, but you won't, but you won't
So don't I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, be fine you won't ever see me cry And after all, I'm that I'm not your type Promise you won't see me cry
Don't be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine Promise you ever see me cry And after all, I'm glad I'm not your type Not your type, not your type, not type you won't ever see me cry