Lyrics:

Flavor of the Weak
By: American Hi-Fi


She paints her nails and she don't know
He's got her best friend on the phone.
She'll wash her hair, His dirty clothes are all he gives to her.
And he's got posters on the wall
Of all the girls he wished she was
And he's everything to her

Chorus: Her boyfriend, he don't know Anything about her.
He's too stoned, Nintendo. I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavor of the weak.

It's Friday night and she's all alone,
he's a million miles away She's dressed to kill.
But the TV's on He's connected to the sound
And he's got pictures on the wall
Of all the girls he's loved before
And she knows all his favorite songs (Chorus)

CHORUS 2: Her boyfriend, he don't know
Anything about her. He's too stoned,
He's too stoned, He's too stoned, He's too stoned

END: Yeah she's the flavor of the weak,
She makes me weak