Texty: Wheatus. Hand Over Your Loved Ones. Anyway.

Pornography!

I pretend I can't hang up the phone,
Cos if I do then he gets you,
And I'll be in this room alone,
Staring at the carpet,
Wondering how they made it,
And you would say I should not be afraid,
I'm better off alone and free,
Cos no-one can put up with me,
And your mom don't like me either,
Now I don't have to meet her, yeah,

You and me, we end up in catastrophe,
But I have got one more thing to add,
OK so I'm a jerk, and I'm a weirdo,
And even if I'm lucky I'll amount to zero,
But I thought that you'd love me anyway,
I'm so not even worth it,
But baby no-ones perfect,
Yeah I thought that you'd love me anyway,
Anyway.

You're not the type of girl who takes advise,
Still all that shit your parent said is still bouncing round inside your
head,
You two will never make it,
If you build it he will break it,

You and me, they sum us up so poignantly,
But I have got one more thing to add,
OK so I'm a jerk, and I'm a weirdo,
And even if I'm lucky I'll amount to zero,
But I thought that you'd love me anyway,
I'm so not even worth it,
But baby no-ones perfect,
Yeah I thought that you'd love me anyway,
Anyway,

Maybe you'll never play the guitar,
Maybe you'll never sing in harmony with me,
Maybe you can't rock the AC/DC,
Well hell still aint a bad place to be, if you're with me,
Anyway,

OK so I'm a jerk, and I'm a weirdo,
And even if I'm lucky I'll amount to zero,
But I thought that you'd love me anyway,
I'm so not even worth it,
But baby no-ones perfect,
Yeah I thought that you'd love me anyway,
Anyway.

And the end goes like this