So it's ok for me to kiss you and do whatever makes you happy

But when you disrespect me and I get ******* you call that overreacting

The many times you'd get fed up with my music taste

I turned off the indie music to play you some Drake

Whatever makes you happy

Who cares if I'm happy

You say you do with your lousy halfhearted embrace

You told me you love me

But you can't even spell my first name

Being with you is like being on a blind date

Sometimes guys can't seem the phantom

That girls aren't meant to just sit and be pretty

And girls aren't dolls you tear apart and put back together

Our moods don't depend on the sunny California weather

But when a guy has problems we're supposed to sit and listen to everything

Then we kiss them to fix it

That's why I think I'd be better off

Going on a blind date

Maybe he'll spell my first name the right way