Fashionably Late
It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot and I'm hanging with her friend again
Great taste, a beautiful place and you're fashionably late
And I don't want to be that guy, that makes you sad, that makes you cry again
Without a doubt I'm sorry about making out with your friends, go
I love the way that this began, started off right so innocent
I'm letting you know, I'm letting you go I want your best friend
I'm givin' it up and asking why you seem so shocked and so surprised
I'm sorry it hurts, I'm surely a jerk I understand why you're mad
Don't talk that crap when you call me back as a matter of fact don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right, everybody knows I'm wrong (wrong!)
It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot and I'm hanging with her friend again
Great taste, a beautiful place and you're fashionably late
And I don't want to be that guy, that makes you sad, that makes you cry again
Without a doubt I'm sorry about making out with your friends, mwah!
It's got nothing to do with how you look, just another excuse to write a hook
I'm letting you know, she liked my post up on my facebook
And after all you're not my type, but all your friends are pretty nice!
You know that means, stop making a scene and take wounderful advice
Don't talk that crap when you call me back as a matter of fact don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right, everybody knows I'm wrong (right?)
It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot and I'm hanging with her friend again
Great taste, a beautiful place and you're fashionably late
And I don't want to be that guy, that makes you sad, that makes you cry again
Without a doubt I'm sorry about making out with your friends
And I've got the topic conversation now, and I know I'm running out of time (yeah!)
It's not a honest demonstration now, you're not the only one (not the only one)
Don't talk that crap when you call me back as a matter of fact don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right, everybody sing along
I don't want to be that guy, that makes you sad, that makes you cry again
Without a doubt I'm sorry about fucking all your friends (what?)
It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot and I'm hanging with her friend again
Great taste, a beautiful place and you're fashionably late
And I don't want to be that guy, that makes you sad, that makes you cry again
Without a doubt I'm sorry about making out with your friends
(Na, na, na, na, na, na... Making out with your friends)
Without a doubt, sorry about, having sex with all your friends! Ha! ha! ha!
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