Dear John

Why would I want to be

Your little fuck-buddy

When you can't last for just two minutes?

Why would I want to stay

Just to make you feel okay

When you just want me for my body?

Dear John, you've got some nerve

You think that you deserve

Everything in the palm of your hand

Makes me feel like such a man

He likes me 'cause I'm pretty

Doesn't wanna call me baby

Only holds my hand when nobody's lookin'

Hear that? There's a knock at the door

He's standing there like my little whore

Your silence tells me all I need to know

You should go

Dear John, you've got some nerve

You think that you deserve

Everything in the palm of your hand

It makes me feel like such a man

Dear John, you've got some nerve

You think that you deserve

Everything in the palm of your hand

It makes me feel like such a man

(AHHHH! WHY? WHY?)