She Doesn't Get It

All the girls pose the same for pictures All the boys got the same girls' hair And I am bored because I feel much older Look at me as if I got a reason to stare But you talk so loud that it calms me down You're crying, "Let's make a toast" She says she's leaving on a Sunday Oh, that leaves me one more night Can I take you home? I know it's wrong, but I know your type She says she's leaving on a Sunday I don't care, I need to know where to turn I tried it once, it never caught on I was the only one who got burned I've read every word you've said From a poster of a cat Four books look across your sofa I thought your coffee table was more clever than that It gets worse once we get to her room She stops and she sings "do do do do do do do do!" I claim "New Religion" is my song She doesn't get it, it's all before she's born And you lock your door Like I've been here before I feel like I've seen a ghost She says she's leaving on a Sunday Oh, that leaves me one more night Can I take you home? I know it's wrong, but I know your type She says she's leaving on a Sunday I don't care, I need to know where to turn I tried it once, it never caught on I was the only one who got burned I was the only one who got burned Suddenly between sheets and eyelids I am reminded why I don't do this I fall in love far too quickly I never want her to forget me When you're gone Will you call? Will you write? She says she's leaving on a Sunday Oh, that leaves me one more night Can I take you home? I know it's wrong, but I know your type She says she's leaving on a Sunday Oh, that leaves me one more night Can I take you home? I know it's wrong, but I know your type She says she's leaving on a Sunday I don't care, I need to know where to turn I tried it once, it never caught on I was the only one who got burned I was the only one who got burned I was the only one who got burned I was the only one who got burned