Wait.
Let's put your phone on loudspeaker
so I can hear your girlfriend overreact and say that she wishes I was dead.
She doesn't get it, we're best friends.
And we always will be.
And hating me wont make her any prettier.
(I'm going straight to hell.)

Hey, we've, we've gotta' get, gotta' get out of this.

This is the hardest part to preach, cause it's not something I believe.
It's something my mothers always said to me.
But I have never known a girl who hasn't stabbed my back cause my face is just a little bit, just a little bit pretty.
But now a days who looks at face? It's all about, about body.
Which I've got, I've got but you have a problem.
(I'm going straight to hell.)

Hey, we've, we've gotta' get, gotta' get out of this.

I've got my best friends by my side and we're on our way to good times.

(Woah, woah.) Hey, we've, we've gotta' get, gotta' get out of this.
We've got our best friends by our side.

I've got my best friends by my side and we're on our way to good times.