Lyrics
Whatever poisons in this bottle
Will leave me broken sore and stiff
Well its the genie at the bottom
Who im sucking at, he owes me one last wish
So heres 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've got a plan
I'll drink for 40 days n 40 nights
A sip for every second hand tick
And every time you feed the line
"You mean so much to me" I'm without you..
So 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 crashes tonight
She'll find some way to dissapoint me
By not burning in the wreckage
Or drowning at the bottom of the sea
Jess I still taste you and 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
The wheathers getting better by the hour
I hope it rains there all the time
And if you've ever said you missed me then don't say you never lied
So 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
You're never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
You're never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
You're never gonna get it right
You're never gonna get it
So 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
