There's not much going on today
I'm really bored, it's getting late
What happened to my Saturday? (Saturday)
Monday's coming, the day I hate, hate

Sit on the bed alone (bed alone)
Staring at the phone

He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no
He wouldn't even open up the door
He never made me feel like I was special
He isn't really what I'm looking for

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

This is when I start to bite my nails
And clean my room when all else fails
I think it's time for me to bail (time to bail)
This point of view is getting stale-ale

Sit on the bed alone (bed alone)
Staring at the phone (at the phone)

He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no
He wouldn't even open up the door
He never made me feel like I was special
He isn't really what I'm looking for

Uh, uh (hey, hey)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (hey, hey)
Uh, uh (hey, hey)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (hey, hey)

Na, na, na, na, na (we've all got choices)
Na, na, na, na (we've all got voices)
Na, na, na, na, na (stand up make some noise)
Na, na, na, na (stand up make some noise)

Sit on the bed alone
Staring at the phone

He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no
He wouldn't even open up the door
He never made me feel like I was special
He isn't really what I'm looking for

He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no
He wouldn't even open up the door
He never made me feel like I was special
Like I was special, 'cause I was special

Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Na, na, na, na, na

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Writer(s): Avril Ramona Lavigne, Chantal Kreviazuk