Fashionably Late

It’s 9 o’clock on the dot at the spot

And I’m hanging’ with her friends again

Great taste, beautiful place

And you’re fashionably late (Hey!)

And I don’t wanna be that guy

That makes you sad, makes you cry again

Without a doubt, sorry about

Making out with your friends (Go!)

I love the way that this began

Started off right so innocent

I’m letting you know, I’m letting you go

I want your best friend

I’m giving’ it up and asking why

You seem so shocked and so surprised

I’m sorry it hurts I’m surely a jerk

I understand why you’re mad

Don’t talk that crap when you call me back

As a matter of fact don’t act like that

Everybody knows you’re right

Everybody knows I’m wrong (Wrong!)

It’s 9 o’clock on the dot at the spot

And I’m hanging’ with her friends again

Great taste, beautiful place

And you’re fashionably late (Hey!)

And I don’t wanna be that guy

That makes you sad, makes you cry again

Without a doubt, sorry about

Making out with your friends (Mwah!)

It’s got nothing to do with how you look

Just another excuse to write a hook

I’m letting you know

She liked my post up on my Facebook

And after all you’re not my type

But all your friends are pretty nice

You know what I mean stop making a scene

And take some want of advice

Don’t talk that crap when you call me back

As a matter of fact don’t act like that

Everybody knows you’re right

Everybody knows I’m wrong (Right?)

It’s 9 o’clock on the dot at the spot

And I’m hanging’ with her friends again

Great taste, beautiful place

And you’re fashionably late (Hey!)

And I don’t wanna be that guy

That makes you sad, makes you cry again

Without a doubt, sorry about

Making out with your friends

And I’ve got the topic conversation now

And I know I’m running out of time (Yeah!)

It’s on an honest demonstration now

You’re not the only one, not the only one

Don’t talk that crap when you call me back

As a matter of fact don’t act like that

Everybody knows you’re right

Everybody sing along (Ahhh!)

And I don’t wanna be that guy

That makes you sad, makes you cry, again

Without a doubt, sorry about

F-cking all your friends (What?)

IIt’s 9 o’clock on the dot at the spot

And I’m hanging’ with her friends again

Great taste, beautiful place

And you’re fashionably late (Hey!)

And I don’t wanna be that guy

That makes you sad, makes you cry again

Without a doubt, sorry about

Making out with your friends

Making out with your friends

Making out with your friends

Without a doubt, sorry about

Having sex with all your friends

(Hahaha!)