Sing it.
I could have done better with a boy like you
But I loved everything that you do
Wish I knew, hey hey hey, wish I knew
Whoa, oh, I never realized you were smoking meth
Never knew you loved Megadeth
What a mess what a mess
So now I tell you that I hate you, oh
Because you make me look so baaaaaad
And when our patients start to sue: Oooh!
That’s gonna make me feel so sad
So I should have realized a lot of things before
The LA Times is feeling pretty sore:
“Give me more, hey hey hey, give me more.”