Loser

You make me feel like such a loser 'Cause everything about you's so much cooler And everybody knows you're so much cuter (so much cuter) I guess that God must have a sense of humor, oh yeah Hallelujah, my man Hi shawty Guy only knows how I got ya (guy look) I set your finger, you a rockstar I kinda blame, but you the hot sauce Ooh, you a little spicy, sugar sweet And I ain't talking flavor of the week Way more than seven days, you make me weak Well, look at me You make me feel like such a loser 'Cause everything about you's so much cooler And everybody knows you're so much cuter (you're so much cuter) I guess that God must have a sense of humor, oh yeah Hallelujah, my man You must be an angel baby 'Cause you give me life, but at the same time You still take my breath away (you a five plus five) Baby I just did the math, you shouldn't worry 'Cause you're the prom queen, and I'm the nerd Like I'm the broccoli and you're desert Dinner's served You make me feel like such a loser 'Cause everything about you's so much cooler And everybody knows you're so much cuter (so much cuter) I guess that God must have a sense of humor, oh yeah Hallelujah, my man Ah, yeah Uh, yeah