Go and a ride to a shop in Grant Park You can through the door and shove the knife in her heart When you tell her that you can't stand the anymore The one you two adopted on the prom floor
You can be a Tom Cruise and a big scene Or be like MacGyver and cut it Either way there's be blood on the floor you tell her that you don't dig girls anymore
Anymore,
a funny story about a singer named Jed Yeah he caught his girlfriend a woman in bed And, they were watching love with a bottle of wine Having a party it's 1999
So he down the movies and he had a heart attack He jumped in the ocean, he swam back They just there naked except for their socks Feeling cheaper the prize in a cracker jack box I think Jed's really gonna wanna rock anymore
Anymore, (I believe it, I can't believe it) Anymore, Anymore, (I can't it, I can't believe it)
Check the exposure, something's wrong this picture I can't see the truth all of the dirty lines Check the exposure something's wrong with picture All in all your gonna your mind
There's a little story that you're gonna It's kinda like the lost scene on the cutting floor all fun and games 'til you get a black eye You're in the sewer asking all the rats why
You can in love and lie and cheat if you wish, but you know That's as tacky as a satellite dish On a hot pink house with a burgundy cigarette butts all over the floor I don't think my stomach's take anymore
Anymore, (I can't believe it, I believe it) Anymore, Anymore, (I can't believe it, I believe it)
the exposure, something's wrong with this picture Check the exposure, wrong with this picture (I believe it, I can't believe it) Check the exposure, something's with this picture Check the exposure, something's (I believe it, I can't believe it)
I believe it, I can't believe it I believe it, I can't believe it