My little girly, she’s always on the phone   I’m starting to think that I’m in this all alone   Closes her door so that I can not hear a sound   I’m starting to think that she don’t want me around   WHY do I put up with her shit?   I can’t seem to get out of it   FIGHT is all we seem to do   TRY to see the end of you   So why.... does this happen all the time?   HEY. Don’t wanna be your Glamour Boy no more   HEY. Don’t want you here, I’ll show you to the door   [HEY. Don’t wanna be, wanna be no more]   My little girly, she takes me out at night   I’m always wrong, and yeah you know she’s always right   HIGH maintenance is just what you are   BYE cuz this time you’ve gone too far