Fashionably Late

Lyrics

It's 9 o'clock on the dot
At the spot
And I'm hangin' with her friends again
Great taste
Beautiful place
And you're fashionably late
Hey!
And I don't wanna be that guy
That makes you sad, makes you cry again
Without a doubt
Sorry about
Making out with your friends
Go!
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
I love the way that this began
Started off right, so innocent
I'm letting you know
I'm letting you go
I want your best friend
I'm giving it up and asking why
You seem so shocked and so surprised
I'm sorry it hurts
I'm surely a jerk
I understand why you're mad
Don't talk that crap
When you call me back
As a matter of fact
Don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right
Everybody knows I'm wrong (wrong)
It's 9 o'clock on the dot
At the spot
And I'm hangin' with her friends again
Great taste
Beautiful place
And you're fashionably late
And I don't wanna be that guy
That makes you sad, makes you cry again
Without a doubt
Sorry about
Making out with your friends (muah)!
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
It's got nothing to do with how you look
Just another excuse to write a hook
I'm letting you know
She liked my post up on my Facebook
And after all you're not my type
But all your friends are pretty nice
You know what I mean
Stop making a scene
And take some words of advice
Don't talk that crap
When you call me back
As a matter of fact
Don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right
Everybody knows I'm wrong (right?)
It's 9 o'clock on the dot
At the spot
And I'm hangin' with her friends again
Great taste
Beautiful place
And you're fashionably late (hey)!
And I don't wanna be that guy
That makes you sad, makes you cry again
Without a doubt
Sorry about
Making out with your friends
And I have got the topic conversation now
And I know I'm running out of time (yeah)
It's not an honest demonstration now
You're not the only one, not the only one
Don't talk that crap
When you call me back
As a matter of fact
Don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right
Everybody sing along
And I don't wanna be that guy
That makes you sad, makes you cry again
Without a doubt
Sorry about fucking all your friends (what?)
It's 9 o'clock on the dot
At the spot
And I'm hangin' with her friends again
Great taste
Beautiful place
And you're fashionably late (hey)!
And I don't wanna be that guy
That makes you sad, makes you cry again
Without a doubt
Sorry about
Making out with your friends
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Making out with your friends
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Making out with your friends
Without a doubt
Sorry about
Having sex with all your friends ha ha ha