You've got style    You've got class    You got a boyfriend that wants to kick my ass    I made him angry    I made him annoyed    When I sent you dirty pictures from my Polaroid       Sorry about the tracks on your lawn    For digging up the tree and abusing the horn    I didn't see him coming, he was moving too fast    Here's a hundred dollars for the body cast       [chorus]    We could get married in Las Vegas    I know that my mom would take us    Put it all on black    And let it burn       I saw you at the club downtown    We danced together till you turned around    And saw me in my Travolta pose    Then you kicked me in the nuts and you broke my nose       [chorus]       Cause it's so hard being me    Victim of your no loser policy    And I know one day you will see    That you're so damn lucky to be    With a guy like me       Can I say I'm feeling lonely    So do you think we could hang around you'd get to know me    Tell me things you'd like to show me    Tie me up like I'm a pony    Ride me to the moon    You can spank me till I'm black and blue and bleeding too    and begging you to stop       [chorus]       Cause it's so hard being me    Victim of your no loser policy    And I know that one day you will see    That you're so damn lucky to be    So damn lucky to be    With a guy like me?