John Tucker Must Die

No one should look that good
You get away with murder
Grease on your gray shirt, fixing your car
Paints you something like a movie star
John Tucker must die a little inside
Or maybe he's fine
Does it feel like flying, lying through your teeth every night

You've got your mixtapes made
Copy and paste your playlist
And when the roses show up at her door
She's got no idea what she's signed up for
John Tucker's the man
You're lucky he's yours
I've seen it all before
Taking a nice girl's number
Make a fool of her all summer

John Tucker must die
John Tucker must die
John Tucker
You'll never change
You've been this way since the beginning of time

I'm fine
Now that I've escaped your orbit
Oh, but I know you still go through hell
Gotta live with the fool you made of yourself
John Tucker must die a little inside
Or maybe he's fine
Does it feel like flying, lying through your teeth every night



Credits
Writer(s): Grace Christian
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