You must think you're something special with your masquerade of dreams.
And you feel obliged to tell us that things aren’t what they seem.
You’re always there to tell me when I’ve done wrong.
And I think you’re and asshole.
And I’ll make a point to tell you that’s why I wrote this song.
I don’t believe a single word you say.
The way you treat and approach,
If I thought you were a nice girl I would make the most.
