You're out walking the streets at night, aren't you? But those lips of yours, they only say goodbye, right? Acting all cool with Bacardi in your hand, But you're the type who only comes alive after dark. He says, "I like listening to you talk," huh? But I'm the one pulling the strings—smoothly, of course. Yeah, I'm a step ahead of all that. You get it, don't you? Asking for my number? Not gonna happen. But hey, why are you always single? Don’t your friends ever say anything about it? Buying yourself flowers, nibbling on Pop-Tarts, Thinking, "Aren’t I just the cutest?" Aren’t you? You wanna love him like I could, But let’s be real, you can’t keep up with me. It’s not just about looks— try showing your true colors for once. We’re all chasing truth and lies, both at the same time. Don’t make me repeat myself. She’ll never understand him like I do. And now he's rambling again, like he's about to give a lecture. Grooving to the beat, chasing the thrill, But then asking, "What’s no man’s land?" Talks a lot, doesn’t he? But no one, No one really gets you. Hey. Hey. Hey. I never said you had to leave, But hey, Hey. Maybe, Maybe, Yeah, maybe. He says, "I need to talk to you right now," But I’m way past that, no sweat. Though honestly, who knows?