Jude Law And A Semester Abroad
Whatever poison's in this bottle
Will leave me broken, sore and stiff
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at
He owes me one last wish
So here's a present
To let you know I still exist
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something
Terribly contagious on his lips
But I got a plan (I got a plan)
To drink for 40 days and 40 nights
A sip for every second-hand tick
And every time you fed the line, "You mean so much to me"
I'm without you
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
And even if her plane crashes tonight
She'll find some way to disappoint me
By not burning in the wreckage
Or drowning at the bottom of the sea
Jess, I still taste you
Thus reserve my right to hate you
And all this empty space that you create does
Nothing for my flawless sense of style
It's 8:45 (it's 8:45)
The weather's getting better by the hour
I hope it rains there all the time (rains all the time)
And if you ever said you'd miss me, then don't say you never lied
I'm without you
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
Who would do anything you say
You're never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
You're never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
No more songs about you
After this one, I am done
You are, you are, you're gone
No more songs about you
After this one, I am done
You are, you are, you're gone
So tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
Will leave me broken, sore and stiff
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at
He owes me one last wish
So here's a present
To let you know I still exist
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something
Terribly contagious on his lips
But I got a plan (I got a plan)
To drink for 40 days and 40 nights
A sip for every second-hand tick
And every time you fed the line, "You mean so much to me"
I'm without you
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
And even if her plane crashes tonight
She'll find some way to disappoint me
By not burning in the wreckage
Or drowning at the bottom of the sea
Jess, I still taste you
Thus reserve my right to hate you
And all this empty space that you create does
Nothing for my flawless sense of style
It's 8:45 (it's 8:45)
The weather's getting better by the hour
I hope it rains there all the time (rains all the time)
And if you ever said you'd miss me, then don't say you never lied
I'm without you
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
Who would do anything you say
You're never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
You're never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it, never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
No more songs about you
After this one, I am done
You are, you are, you're gone
No more songs about you
After this one, I am done
You are, you are, you're gone
So tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the American boy back in the States
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Accardi, Jesse Thomas Lacey, Brian Marc Lane, Garrett James Tierney
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