Buckle up, baby
Two, three, four
Well, it's on again, off again
Maybe we should just be friends
Breakin' up, makin' up
Call your momma, all the drama
Her fault, your fault, restaurant an' make a scene
Red dress, make up sex, dirty baby talk
Gimme an 'A' for effort,
And an 'F' for freakin' out.
I never said: "I'm smooth,"
An' I guess I proved that now.
I sprained my knees on the jungle gym:
I was climbing in to be with you.
It's times like these,
I gotta cut myself some slack, Jack.
An' shine on the drama conversation;