I guess I met the devil
But I sure didn't know no better
You were cool as hell like e-mail
But still timeless like a letter

As I sit and I stare at the satanic glare
On the glass frame in front of your face
You're alone on my shelf
Yelling, "look at yourself"
I feel like Bobby Brady breaking the vase

But now you're all screwed up

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You're so yesterday
Miles away
Promised myself on New Year's Day
I'd take a bath today
And wash you away
As all of your little blond hairs go down the drain

Your sister called me yesterday
To tell me that I was a loser
At least I haven't lost my mind
And at least I'm not a boozer

As I tried to heed to your wants and your needs
You were solemnly lost in space
So keep reading your books on "How To Give Dirty Looks"
Every time I should be put in my place

Now you're all screwed up

[Chorus]

I guess I met the devil
But I sure didn't know no better
You were cool as hell like e-mail
But still timeless like a letter

[Chorus]

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): BUTCH WALKER