Sometimes I wonder if you still wanna fuck me Like you said on AIM in '08 (totally!) Bible Study, we were buddy-buddy Then you said that we should fornicate (like, yeah!) In my gross Ugg boots, in your scene king suit Let your white studded belt hit the ground And my hair stay teased as I'm on my knees Shut the porta-potty door and not a sound (hah) And like every other shitty love story You came and went, just like that And I tried to call you desperately But boy, you didn't add me back, yeah And baby, I know, I know whatever city you're in You're still the boy that I'd pick In a lineup of like thirty hot guys Your eyes are still so pretty, I bet Your lips are probably wet With the lies of our relationship Now it's fine because I'm a whore And I sleep with guys just for fun and drugs, but (aw) Sometimes I stay inside and wonder why I thought we were cool (I thought we were cool) In Vacation Bible School, Bible School, ooh (in Vacation Bible School) Vacation Bible School, Bible school, ooh (in Vacation Bible School) Vacation Bible School, Bible school, ooh (in Vacation Bible School) Vacation Bible School, Bible school, ooh (in Vacation Bible School) In Vacation Bible School Scoo-bi-doop-doo-doo, Jesus Scoo-bi-doop-doo-doo, Jesus (mmm, yeah) Scoo-bi-doop-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo (ah) Sometimes I wonder if Jesus is above me Makin' sure we meet again (but when?) And then when I saw you at our local mall, you You walked right by me with your friends (what a dick, literally) In my gross Ugg boots, in your scene king suit Let your white studded belt hit the ground And my hair stay teased as I'm on my knees Shut the porta-potty door and not a sound (hah) And like every other shitty love story You came and went, just like that And I tried to call you desperately But boy, you didn't add me back, yeah And baby, I know, I know whatever city you're in You're still the boy that I'd pick In a lineup of like thirty hot guys Your eyes are still so pretty, I bet Your lips are probably wet With the lies of our relationship Now it's fine because I'm a whore And I sleep with guys just for fun and drugs, but (aw) Sometimes I stay inside and wonder why I thought we were cool (I thought we were cool) In Vacation Bible School, Bible School, ooh (in Vacation Bible School) Vacation Bible School, Bible School, ooh (in Vacation Bible School) In Vacation And one day (one day), I get to blame myself for this I can blame it on selfishness That you never really wanted my love (mm, Crapface) And someday (someday), God will make you pay for this I just wanted faithfulness But you never really wanted my love (my love, my love) Or my backdoor And baby, I know, I know whatever city you're in You're still the boy that I'd pick In a lineup of like thirty hot guys Your eyes are still so pretty, I bet Your lips are probably wet With the lies of our relationship Now it's fine because I'm a whore And I sleep with guys just for fun and drugs, but (aw) Sometimes I stay inside and wonder why I thought we were cool (I thought we were cool) In Vacation Bible School, Bible School, ooh (in Vacation Bible School) Vacation Bible School, Bible School, ooh (in Vacation Bible School) Vacation Bible School, Bible School, ooh (in Vacation Bible School) Vacation Bible School, Bible School, ooh (in Vacation Bible School) In Vacation Bible School (Bible School, Bible School) (Bible School, Bible School) (Bible School, Bible School) (Bible School)