Guys With Record Collections

You always wanna be told you're right
Ohh, maybe I got sick of lying all the time
You always say you're taken for granted

I'm justly reprimanded
Ruined by your father's love
'Cause it's not enough

Well, I'm tired of being bitter
Playing babysitter
When you need a place to cry

So I'm starting up a boys club just like junior high
For guys with record collections
And the girls they hurt to get them

And I'll go there to forget all about you
And I'll go there to forget all about you
And I'll never take it back

Ahh, ahh

And I'll go there to forget all about you
And I'll go there to forget all about you

And I'll never take it back
No, I'll never take in back
No, I'll never take it back
No, I'll never take it back