So put your icy pen away   We all bend to everything you say   I was never one for your kind   You were never one for mine      You might pretend this was always in your draft   Trundled up in cellophane and sass   I was never one for your mind   You were never one for mine   Whatever is mine      Julianne, Julianne   If I can't do it, no one can   I want to try to make Julianne cry   To make Julianna cry   To make Julianne cry      So lets pretend that everything's okay   And fall in line to this ironic pip parade   Seeping through the stitches of your shoes   Seeping through these shit keg shoes   How's that for a clue?      Julianne, Julianne   If I can't do it, no one can   I want to try to make Julianne cry   To make Julianna cry   To make Julianne cry      Stand me in a line   Try to make Julianne cry   Oh, Julianne cry, oh      Julianne, Julianne   If I can't do it, no one can   I want to try to make Julianne cry   To make Julianna cry   To make Julianne cry      All of the guys   Who try to make Julianne cry, oh   To make Julianne cry, oh   To make Julianne cry, oh   To make Julianna cry