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