I guess I met the Devil   But I sure didn't know no better   You were cool as hell like e-mail   But still timeless like a letter      As I sit and I stare at the satanic glare   At the glass frame in front of your face   You're alone on my shelf, yelling, "Look at yourself"   I feel like Bobby Brady breaking the vase      And now you're all screwed up      You're so yesterday, miles away   Promised myself on New Years Day   I'd take a bath today and wash you away   As all of your little blond hairs go down the drain      Your sister called me yesterday   To tell me I was a loser   At least I haven't lost my mind   And at least I'm not a boozer      As I tried to heed to your wants and your needs   You were solemnly lost in space   So keep reading your books on 'How to give dirty looks'   Every time I should be put in my place      And now you're all screwed up      You're so yesterday, miles away   Promised myself on New Years Day   I'd take a bath today and wash you away   As all of your little blond hairs go down the drain      I guess I met the devil   But I sure didn't know no better   You were cool as hell like e-mail   But still timeless like a letter      You're so yesterday, miles away   Promised myself on New Years Day   I'd take a bath today and wash you away   As all of your little blond hairs go down the drain      All of your little blond hairs   All of your little blond hairs   All of your little blond hairs