The morning after and I've got dirt on my face
And all I can think about is you
Chasing after you, he′s such a funny guy
And all I can think about is how he entered you
How am I supposed to know
How am I supposed to know
If you′re coming or you're going
I'm drunk again and I've got nothing to do
I only miss you on a Sunday afternoon
My disaster, oh I′m pining over you
And all I can think about is what he means to you
ONE TWO THREE FOUR F YOU(?)