Shout out to my ex, you're really quite the man You made my heart break and that made me who I am Here's to my ex, hey, look at me now I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down Well, I'm, I'm all the way up Forget that boy, I'm over it Guess I

Let's fall to pieces together Pardon me, you left your tears on the jukebox And I'm afraid they got mixed up with mine I don't mean to pry, it's just that I Noticed you goin' out of your mind It looks like were two of a kind Why should we both fall apart

Yeah I know we've come so far Let's take it back to where we first began They turned us strangers into closest friends Turn the page and see the wonder That's here for you and I, ha Was all so different once upon a time But now the spark we got won't

Stayin’ out all night, stayin’ out all night I had so much champagne up in the club And I ain’t come up here and I ain’t looking for love I’mma leave all my problems out on the floor I’mma drink so much that I can’t make it home So would you take me

Woke up by a girl, I don't even know her name I just need a girl who gon' really understand (Woke up, woke up by a girl, I don't even know her name) I'm good, I'm good, I'm great Know it's been a while, now I'm mixing up the drank Got up, thank the Lord

Suddenly you're climbing all up next to me, next to me I ain't no fool, you rascal you Everywhere we go you keep looking around Fixing your make up like it's about to go down And he walks in, it all makes sense You just want your ex to see, ex to see I

And baby, when you wanna start growin' up Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah We can boom, boom, boom, baby, fall in love I need a man A man who can act like a man So hear me now, I don't get paid to babysit no one I'm out here lookin' for the one to love

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,

Turn it up now Freaks flock together And make all the be-boys scream I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with Heather Word up to the man thing She's always cold lamping Visine at the canteen

I won't let this build up inside of me She isn't real I can't make her real She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fragile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press