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