We met through a mutual friend
I danced front row at her band
You made it clear what you were thinking
You followed us back to the bar
You looked at me, smiled with your charm
That's when you said, "What are you drinking?"
In your baggy jeans, super sweet
Found my weakness
Make a girl feel so misleaded
Cold, cold, son of a gun
Gonna call your girlfriend up
Tell her what you've done
No, don't, don't think you can run
Come down from your ego rush
Baby, what the, what the
Funny what you hear from your friends
Got a strong defense, I've got evidence
You're in over your head
So come down from your ego rush
Baby, what the, what the fuck
(What the, what the)
It takes a cool type of a guy
To hold in that kind of a lie
To hold me right where she's been sleeping
Don't talk, no, you're wasting your breathe
I should've known you had something to confess
And I hope it drives you off the deep end
In your baggy dreams, super sweet
Found my weakness
Make a girl feel so misleaded
Cold, cold, son of a gun
Gonna call your girlfriend up
Tell her what you've done
No, don't, don't think you can run
Come down from your ego rush
Baby, what the, what the
Funny what you hear from your friends
Got a strong defense, I've got evidence
You're in over your head
So come down from your ego rush
Baby, what the, what the fuck
(What the, what the fuck)
(What the, what the)
