You Better Call Sal

You better call Sal
He's up in New England getting married
You better call Sal
He thinks that he's fallen in love

What he doesn't know is
After the show each night
I'm kissing Sarah
His soon to be Mrs. Ex wife
Well, you better call Sal

You better call Derek
To tell him that Erin's a whore
While she's in his bed
Her clothes are still laying on my floor

I've kissed them all
Housewives from here to Peru
After three gin & tonics
I'm adding that list to you
Or something

I'm
Running second best
You know the rest, oh boy
Guess I'll see 'em all in hell
When they're ringing my doorbell
For Girl Scout cookies
Selling cookies
Someone better call Sal

You better call Jason
Cuz I've got your bracelet in my bedside drawer
And I used to cry but
Your bullshit don't hurt me no more

I remember it well
The night that you told me you loved me
You snuck out of my bed
Went to brunch with his family, baby

I'm
Running second best
You know the rest, oh boy
Guess I'll see 'em all in hell
When they're ringing my doorbell
For Girl Scout cookies
To sell me cookies
Well, I hope you're doing well



Credits
Writer(s): Megan Loveless
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