John, I wrote you a song,
Despite the fact you did me wrong.
And John, I don't know what the fuck is going on with you,
But something ain't right.
You tell me that you like me
Then you go kismesis
Why you do this to me, fuckass?
I'm flushed, it's
It's killing me
Can't you see?
Can't do much auspistising at all,
Cause I'm stuck in this quadrant with you
John, I wrote you this song
In hopes that you would sing along.
And John I've been working my ass off for you
Cause something ain't right
You tell me that you like me
Then you go kismesis
Why you do this to me, fuckass?
I'm flushed, ooh, ooh, it's
It's killing me
Can't you see?
Can't do much auspistising at all,
Cause I'm stuck in this quadrant
You tell me that you like me
Then you go kismesis
Why you do this to me, fuckass?
I'm flushed, it's
It's killing me
Can't you see?
Can't do much auspistising at all,
Cause I'm stuck in this quadrant with you
