Bailout Song #3

Hey, it's Casey Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah This is your bailout Sweetie, your bailout Honey, I'm callin' to bail you out And you still aren't answering Your phone, now I'm pissed I mean really Wait, hold on Stop the music! I said stop the music! I don't wanna sing anymore! Shit! Okay, seriously, bitch? What's the deal? 'Cause this is like my third Unreturned phone call tonight Which has never happened before And it's really starting to make me Feel desperate And Reggie doesn't do desperate Correct me if I'm wrong But did we not agree The night that we met doing karaoke And, and bonding over 'Love is a Battlefield' That we would be best friends forever?! Well I'm fairly certain BFF's pick up the phone When the other one calls, right?! I mean, what is going on here? One date and you're already Dumping me for this guy? Could it really be going that well? Or did he just, like, shove you In the back of his creepy white van And now your phone's lying in a ditch At the side of the road somewhere! You're not dead, are you? Oh my god, you're totally dead! And he's, he's, he's, he-- Oh! Oh! He's making a dress out of your skin At this very moment And you're never even gonna get this voicemail! That's it, Case I'm comin' to the rescue! Later, skank!