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Go and take a ride to her shop in grant park You can walk through the door and shove the knife in her heart When you tell her that you can't stand the song anymore The one you two adopted on the prom dance floor You can be a Tom Cruise and make a big scene Or be like MacGyver and cut it clean Either way there's gonna be blood on the floor when you tell her that you don't dig girls anymore Chorus: Anymore (I can't believe it) Here's a funny story 'bout a singer named Jed He caught his girlfriend with a woman in bed They were watching Loveline with a bottle of wine Having a party like it's 1999 So he threw down the movies and he had a heart attack He jumped in the ocean and never swam back They just stood there naked, except for their socks Feeling cheaper than a prize in a Cracker Jack box I don't think Jed's really gonna wanna rock anymore (Chorus) Bridge: Check the exposure, something's wrong with this picture I can't see the truth for all of the dirty lines SongtexteCheck the exposure something's wrong with this pictures All in all you're gonna lose your mind There's a little story that you're gonna adore Kinda like the lost scene on the cutting room floor It's all fun and games 'til you get a black eye You're down in the sewer asking all the rat, "why?" You can live and love and lie and cheat if you wish But you know, that's about as tacky as a satellite dish On a hot pink house with a burgundy door With cigarette butts all over the floor I don't think my stomach's gonna take anymore (Chorus) Aus Songtexte Mania