Yeah, you must think you’re funny calling him at ten o’clock You think he thinks you’re pretty, I can guarantee he does not I know you see me, do you think that you can win this game?
Yeah, you must think that you’re so attractive when you’re playing dumb The only thing you’re showing him is how desperate you’ve become I hope you trip over the boundaries that you’ve stepped right over
But go ahead and shoot your shot, baby Let me know how it goes Know him better than you thought and I think you should know
You’re his apocalyptic crush He’d like you only if there was No one left on earth Babe, I’m sorry if that hurts But he’s mine until then
You’re his apocalyptic crush If we all died you’d be the one Who’d get to kiss him in the ashes So, hey, what are the chances of World War III? ‘Cause he’s never gonna like you like he likes me