You ain't gotta leave Put you in a room But you can't sleep with me Every time I come and fuck with you You make up all the rules You ought to do it Just because our car's moving Are you in my fucking corner for real? Or, are you plotting to kill?

Fuck the ru-u-u-ules Ru-u-u-ules Ru-u-u-u-oh Last night, I lost all my patience You were fucked up, I was wasted Midsummer madness I can't take it no more, no more Rules, rules, rules Make it make sense