Letras
When'd you turn into such a big baby?
How'd you get to be such a drag?
King of the couch and your tighty-whities
While I pay the bills and take out the trash
Stud to dud in record time
You take your turn, I'll take mine
Hey, it's over, don't go cryin'
On my shoulder like you're dyin'
Hate to say it, but I'm ditchin'
Suck it up and quit your bitchin'
If you could only see
What you don't mean to me
Maybe we could finally agree
Hey, it's over
On Valentine's and other special occasions
You take to your bed with a terrible cold
You quit talkin' to me on vacation
'Cause I wanted a turn with the remote control
I tell you we've gone off track
You just tell me, "I'll be right back"
Hey, it's over, don't go cryin'
On my shoulder like you're dyin'
Hate to say it, but I'm ditchin'
Suck it up and quit your bitchin'
If you could only see
What you don't mean to me
Maybe we could finally agree
Hey, it's over
Hey (Hey)
Hey (Hey)
Hey (Hey)
Hey (Hey)
Take your beer bong and your flat screen
Take your foosball and your saggy jeans
Take your tube socks, and the Niners
And your leatherette recliner
If you could only see
What you could mean to me
Maybe we could finally agree
Hey, it's over
(Hey) It's over
(Hey) It's over
(Hey) It's over
(Hey) It's over
(Hey, hey, hey) It's over
(Hey, hey, hey) It's over
(Hey, hey, hey) It's over
(Hey, hey, hey) It's over
(Hey, hey, hey) It's over
(Hey, hey, hey) It's over