Blah, blah, blah   You just wanna be my friend   Blah, blah, blah   Not that again      You're, oh, so amusing   It's all about using   You're unoriginal   I just don't have a prayer      Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's all I can say to you   Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so over you   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever   Yeah, yeah, yeah, now I'm hurting you      Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're so pitiful   Yeah, yeah, yeah   Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever   Now I feel better      Not your type   Oh, but you touched me first   You have a girl on the side   Don't pretend it hurts      So I can respect you   And I can reject you   I can't let you have your cake   And eat it too      Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's all I can say to you   Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so over you   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever   Yeah, yeah, yeah, now I'm hurting you      Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're so pitiful   Yeah, yeah, yeah   Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever   Now I feel better      You know I would have done everything   Even worn your stupid wrong if that made you happy   Oh, I would have been your beauty queen   Would have let you watch me clean?   But you make me feel dirty      Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's all I can say to you   Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so over you   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever   Yeah, yeah, yeah, now I'm hurting you      You're so pitiful, yeah, yeah, yeah   Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever   Now I feel better