Well, if you call this a life
Why must I spend mine with you?
So sick and tired
Of hanging around with jerks like you
na na na na

Who'll tell me those lies
Let me think they're true, yeah?
What am I to do?
You want it
I got it too...

The laughs may be cheap
That's just 'cause the joke's about you
I'm so sick and tired
hanging around with dogs like you
You're the first to get laid
Always the last bitch to get paid

Who'll tell me no lies?
Let me think they're true, yeah?
I heard one or two, and then
What about me, what about her
All about you

I may miss you
But missing me just isn't you
I'm so sick and tired
Of hanging around dogs

Who'll tell those lies?
Let me think they're true
I heard one or two
and they weren't about me
weren't about her

They're all about you, all about you
So sick and tired, my, my

What should I do?
You want
You get
So how come I'm still in love with you?