My little girly, she’s always on the phone
I’m starting to think that I’m in this all alone
Closes her door so that I can not hear a sound
I’m starting to think that she don’t want me around
WHY do I put up with her shit?
I can’t seem to get out of it
FIGHT is all we seem to do
TRY to see the end of you
So why.... does this happen all the time?
HEY. Don’t wanna be your Glamour Boy no more
HEY. Don’t want you here, I’ll show you to the door
[HEY. Don’t wanna be, wanna be no more]
My little girly, she takes me out at night
I’m always wrong, and yeah you know she’s always right
HIGH maintenance is just what you are
BYE cuz this time you’ve gone too far