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Lyricist: Avril Lavigne
Lyrics:
There's not much goin' on today I'm really bored, it's gettin' late What happened to my Saturday? (Saturday) Monday's comin', the day I hate-ate
I'll sit on my bed alone (Bed alone) Starin' at the phone
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no He wouldn't even open up the door He never made me feel like I was special He isn't really what I'm lookin' for
(Hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey)
This is when I start to bite my nails And clean my room when all else fails I think it's time for me to bail (Time to bail) This point of view is gettin' stale-ale
I'll sit on my bed alone (Bed alone) Starin' at the phone (At the phone)
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no He wouldn't even open up the door He never made me feel like I was special He isn't really what I'm lookin' for
Uh-uh (Hey, hey) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh (Hey, hey) Uh-uh (Hey, hey) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh (Hey, hey)
Na, na, na-na-na We've all got choices Na, na, na-na We've all got voices Na, na, na-na-na Stand up, make some noise Na, na, na-na Stand up, make some noise
I'll sit on my bed alone Starin' at the phone
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no He wouldn't even open up the door He never made me feel like I was special He isn't really what I'm lookin' for He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no He wouldn't even open up the door He never made me feel like I was special Like I was special, 'cause I was special
Uh-uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh Uh-uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh
Na, na, na-na-na
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