Too good to be good for me Too bad that that's all I need Scared my love So I take a sip, wait 'til it hits That liquid guilt is on my lips I'm wasted on you Spend my love

I am far too Canadian I am the face of my country Experssionless and small Weak at the knees, shaking badly Can't straighten up at all I watch the spine of my country bend and break I'm a sorry state I'm so content, to stand in line Wait and see, pass

But beautiful! Love is funny or it's sad, Or it's quiet or it's mad; It's a good thing or it's bad, Beautiful to take a chance And if you fall, you fall, And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at all. Love is tearful or it's gay. It's a problem or it's play,

They're just spies And the spies came out of the water But you're feeling so bad 'cause you know They're all spies They're going to find us I awake to find no peace of mind I said how do you live as a fugitive Down here where I cannot see so clear I

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out

We were wannabe rebels that didn't have a clue In our rock n roll tee shirts and our typically bad attitudes Had no excuses for the things that we'd done We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly Man I don't know where the time goes Young, young But

And the record won't stop skipping And the lies just won't stop slipping And besides my reputation's on the line We can fake it for the airwaves Force our smiles, baby, half dead From comparing myself to everyone else around me Everyone else around me

I don't know why they say grown men don't cry I pulled into the shopping center And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother Like ice cream melting, they embraced Years of bad decisions running down her face All morning I'd been thinking my

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Good to you She's about to earn some bragging rights I'm 'bout to

Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck 'em) Get right witcha Yeah,