Go and take a ride to a shop in Park You can walk the door and shove the knife in her heart When you tell her that you can't the song anymore 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 Either way gonna be blood on the floor When you tell her that you dig girls anymore
Anymore,
Here's a story about a singer named Jed Yeah he caught his girlfriend with a in bed And, they were love line with a bottle of wine Having a like it's 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 than the prize in a cracker jack box I don't Jed's really gonna wanna rock anymore
Anymore, (I believe it, I can't believe it) Anymore, Anymore, (I can't believe it, I believe it)
Check the exposure, something's wrong with this I can't see the through all of the dirty lines Check the exposure something's wrong with this All in all your gonna lose your
There's a little that you're gonna adore It's kinda like the lost scene on the cutting floor It's all fun and 'til you get a black 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 about as tacky as a satellite dish On a hot pink house with a door With cigarette butts all over the I don't think my stomach's gonna take
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 with picture Check the exposure, wrong with this picture (I can't believe it, I believe it) Check the exposure, something's wrong this picture Check the exposure, something's (I can't it, I can't believe it)
I can't it, I can't believe it I can't believe it, I believe it