She paint's her nails and she don't know,
He's got her best friend on the phone,
She'll wash her hair, his dirty clothes, and all he gives to her,
And he's got posters on the wall, of all the girls he wish she
was,
And he means everything to her.
Her boyfriend, he don't know, anything, about her he's, too
stoned, to know, 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 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.
Her boyfriend, he don't know, anything, about her he's, too
stoned, to know, i wish that i could make her see, she's just
the flavor of the week. 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. Her boyfriend, he don't know, anything, about
her he's, too stoned, to know, i wish that i could make
her see, she's just the flavor of the week. Yeah, she's
the flavor of the week. She makes me weak.
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