Go and take a ride to a in Grant Park You can walk the door and shove the knife in her heart When you tell her that you can't stand the song The one you two on the prom dance floor
You can be a Tom Cruise and make a big Or be like and cut it clean way there's gonna be blood on the floor When you tell her that you dig girls anymore
Anymore,
Here's a funny about a singer named Jed Yeah he caught his with a woman in bed And, they watching love line with a bottle of wine Having a like it's 1999
So he down the movies and he had a heart attack He in the ocean, he never swam back They just stood naked except for their socks cheaper than the prize in a cracker jack box I don't think Jed's gonna wanna rock anymore
Anymore, (I believe it, I can't believe it) Anymore, Anymore, (I believe it, I can't believe it)
Check the exposure, something's wrong with picture I see the truth through all of the dirty lines Check the something's wrong with this picture All in all your gonna your mind
There's a little story that you're adore It's kinda like the scene on the cutting room floor It's all fun and 'til you get a black eye You're down in the sewer all the rats why
You can live in and lie and cheat if you wish, but you know about as tacky as a satellite dish On a hot pink house a burgundy door cigarette butts all over the floor I don't think my stomach's gonna anymore
Anymore, (I can't believe it, I can't it) Anymore, Anymore, (I can't it, I can't believe it)
Check the exposure, something's wrong with picture Check the exposure, wrong with this picture (I can't it, I can't believe it) Check the exposure, something's wrong this picture the exposure, something's wrong (I believe it, I can't believe it)
I believe it, I can't believe it I can't believe it, I can't it