Lyrics American Hi-Fi

American Hi-Fi

Flavor of the Weak

She paints her nails and she don't know

he's got her best friend on the phone

she'll wash her hair

his dirty clothes are all he gives to her

and he's got posters on the wall

of all the girls he wished she was

and he's everything to her

R: Her boyfriend, he don't know

anything about her

he's too stoned, Nintendo

I wish that I could make her see

she's just the flavor of the week

It's friday night and she's all alone

he's a million a miles away

she's dressed to kill

the tv's on

he's connected to the sound

and he's got pictures on the wall

of all the girls he's loved before

and she knows all his favorite songs

R:

Yeah!

Her boyfriend, he don't know

anything about her

he's too stoned, he's too stoned

he's too stoned, he's too stoned

R:

Yeah she's the flavor of the week

she makes me weak