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
(But I got a plan)
Drink for forty days and forty nights
A sip for every second-hand tick
And for every time you fed me the line, “you mean so much to me...”
I'm without you
Tell all the English boys you meet
About 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
About 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...)
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 is getting better by the hour
I hope it rains there all the time
(Rains all the time)
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied
I'm without you
Tell all the English boys you meet
About 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
About 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
(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)
(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
(Never gonna get it right)
(You're never gonna get it)
After this one I am done
(Never gonna get it right)
(You're never gonna get it)
You are, you are
(Never gonna get it right)
(You're never gonna get it)
You're gone
(Never gonna get it right)
(You're never gonna get it)
(Never gonna get it right)
(You're never gonna get it)
Tell all the English boys you meet
(Never gonna get it right)
(You're never gonna get it)
About the American boy back in the states
(Never gonna get it right)
(You're never gonna get it)
The American boy you used to date
(Never gonna get it right)
(You're never gonna get it)
Who would do anything you say