And here I thought we would just be talking

Little did I know

We'd be taking chances in the closet

You get a little drunk

And you let a little loose

I might as well shut my mouth

And have a couple drinks too

You push me up against the wall

And I can feel your hips in the Bitter-Sweet movement of our lips

You whisper to me

"I want you to be my first one and I want your first one to be me."

We better find a room

As we stumble down the stairs

And everybody knows

But we know nobody cares

You shorten my breathe

And you lay down on the floor

I remember everything but I forgot to lock the door

And you, my dear, are so sincere

With the way you're breathing

And your legs are bright my chest is tight

We both know this isn't right, this isn't right

We stumble through the door

And you're holding my hand

And all of our friends won't let us live it down

And I was so proud to finally be a man but little did I know

That this was nothing but a one night stand, oh

And you, my dear, are so sincere

With the way you're breathing

And your legs are bright my chest is tight

We both know this isn't right, this isn't right

Now you're screaming

"I don't love you and I never did

You're just a number in my pocket so get the Hell over it."

Screaming

"I don't love you and I never did

You're just a number in my pocket so get the Hell over it"

Screaming

"I don't love you and I never did

You're just a number in my pocket so get the Hell over it."

Screaming

"I don't love you and I never did

You're just a number in my pocket so get the Hell over it."

Screaming

"I don't love you and I never did

You're just a number in my pocket so get the Hell over it."

Screaming

"I don't love you and i never did

You're just a number in my pocket so get the Hell over it"

So get the Hell over it