Make it count, make it loud, make it real, make it sick, make it good
Let it scream, let it roll, let it roar, let it hurt like it should
Sh-sh-shake it like a soda with a pop top ready to explode
Come on, baby, keep it coming til you toss me like a gum wrapper stuck on the road
Yeah, you got me
Right where you want me
I was just a picture in your head
And now i'm looking for my t-shirt in your bed 'cause
Coulda been your eyes
Coulda been your smile
Coulda been your i-don't-give-a-fuck style
Coulda been your anger
Your jaded middle finger
But you're the jerk who just keeps turning me on
Yeah, you're turning me on
Cut the small talk, cut to the chase, cut the cord, cut the crap
Set the mood, set the tone, set the vibe, set the beat, set the trap
Appear unimpressed with the dress that i bought today just for this
Think of someone else while you're giving me that half-hearted post-sex kiss
Yeah, you got me
Right where you want me
I was just a picture in your head
And now i'm looking for my t-shirt in your bed 'cause
Coulda been your eyes
Coulda been your smile
Coulda been your i-don't-give-a-fuck style
Coulda been your anger
Your jaded middle finger
But you're the jerk who just keeps turning me on
Yeah, you're turning me on
Every bone in my body says stephie, baby, just stay away
He's the kind of guy who does this kind of thing to a different girl every day
I am mesmerized, paralyzed, hypnotized by every careless thing you say
Said the moth flying closer to an ever-growing two-timing flame
Coulda been your eyes
Coulda been your smile
Coulda been your i-don't-give-a-fuck style
Coulda been your anger
Your jaded middle finger
But you're the jerk who just keeps turning me on
Yeah, you're turning me on