I ain't heard from you
in three long days
You won't hear from me
for five
Oh you gave your number
to an L.A. blonde
Well I gave the
quarterback mine
And you don't like
my short black dress
Well it's goin' out tonight
And if it hits the floor
It won't be yours this time
Is it bitter goin' down
down down
You don't like it too much
Do you
Comin' back around
'round 'round
Ain't as fun when it's
happenin' to you
Oh poor poor you
Now who's the fool
Say I'm messin' with your
head again
Well how you like the taste
of your own medicine
Hey don't blame me
when you can't sleep
Busy pacin' back and forth
I'm just doin' once
what you've done to me
A thousand times before
Your re-readin' my texts
Actin' obsessed
Feelin' just a little bit crazy
Now who's bats**t
certifiable baby
Is it bitter goin' down
down down
You don't like it too much
Do you
Comin' back around
'round 'round
Ain't as fun when it's
happenin' to you
Oh poor poor you
Now who's the fool
Say I'm messin' with your
head again
Well how you like the taste
of your own medicine
So take a shot
Just throw it back
Don't worry babe
I'm gonna call you back
In a hundred and twenty hours
I'll bring you real nice flowers
You should try cryin' in the
shower it's really great
Is it bitter goin' down
down down
You don't like it too much
Do you
Comin' back around
'round 'round
Ain't as fun when it's
happenin' to you
Oh poor poor you
Now who's the fool
Say I'm messin' with your
head again
Well how you like the taste
of your own medicine
It ain't no lie
My phone just died
Ain't that what you
said again
Here's a big ol' heapin' spoon
of your own medicine
Baby how you like the taste
of your own medicine