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(constant 'doo wop's in the background throughout the song) |
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Aahh.... |
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Well i heard that you're leavin' (leavin') |
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Gonna leave me far behind (so far behind) |
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'cause you found a brand new lover |
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You decided that i'm not your kind (aahh..) |
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So i pulled (i pulled) your name out (name out) of my rolodex (oohh..) |
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And i tore all your pictures in two |
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And i burned down the malt shop where we used to go |
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Just because it reminds me of you (dippity dippity doo) |
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That's right (that's right) you ain't gonna see me cryin' |
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I'm glad (i'm glad) that you found somebody new |
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'cause i'd rather spend eternity eating shards of broken glass |
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Than spend one more minute with you |
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I guess i might seem kinda bitter |
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You got me feeling down in the dumps |
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'cause i'm stranded all alone in the gas station of love |
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And i have to use the self-service pumps |
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Oh, so honey, let me help you with that suitcase |
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You ain't (you ain't) gonna break my heart in two |
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'cause i'd rather get a hundred thousand paper cuts on my face |
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Than spend one more minute with you |
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I'd rather rip out my intestines with a fork |
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Than watch you going out with other men |
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I'd rather slam my fingers in a door (yah) |
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Again and again and again and again and again |
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Oh, can't you see what i'm tryin' to say, darlin... |
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I'd rather have my blood sucked out by leeches (leeches) |
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Shove an icepick under a toenail or two |
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I'd rather clean all the bathroom in grand central station with my tongue |
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Than spend one more minute with you |
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Yes, i'd rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumbtacks |
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Or stick my nostrils together with crazy glue |
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I'd rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double-edged razor blades |
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Than spend one more minute with you |
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I'd rather rip my heart out of my ribcage with my bare hands |
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And then throw it on the floor and stomp on it 'till i die |
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Than spend one more minute with you |
