Ugh, ew, as if, wish I wouldn't waste my tears

I'm bored and over it, guess I'll say how I'm feeling

She was the girl you told me not to worry about (ew)

Gotta trust my gut

Now I hear your name and I say

("Oh my god, oh my god, he's really so gross")

Hope your pillow gets warm, slim your finger indoors

Yeah, you're perfect for each other, 'cause you're bad at the core

She had a boyfriend at home

Said you love me, you don't

I guess a cheater is a cheater

Go to hell with you both

Yeah, you're perfect for a summer, and I'm not talkin' bout the season

Should I tell her boyfriend? He ain't the only one she's seein'

And I don't got enough fingers and patience to count how many times you've slept around

You're perfect for summer 'cause you both love cheating

You probably tell her that you love her, but I know your mother still prefers me

And it's a bummer after some, still a liar, I see right through your teeth

Got me laughing like, "Ha-ha-ha" 'cause I do recall that some were all at a party

And you told me not to worry at all

But poor me, 'cause it's true (ah)

And damn her, and screw you

I hope she's making you laugh, I hope that you get attached

And then she finds another man and then moves on from your ass

I hope that you feel regret, wish I wasn't your ex

If I lied like you, I'd say, "I wish you the best"

Summer and I'm not talking about this season

Should I tell her boyfriend, he ain't the only one she's seeing?

And I don't got enough fingers and patience to count how many times you've slept around

You're perfect for summer, 'cause you both love cheating

So it's a Monday afternoon, right? I woke up just fine

He kissed me goodbye, but something didn't feel right

I don't know why I started crying, I had a feeling he was lying

Part of me was slowly dying, I knew it, but I still was trying

Ugh, he used me like a pawn, it's a bummer

Ew, I got a bad taste in the summer

No, I won't give you a second chance

No matter how much you ask, I'll never love you again

Yeah, you're perfect for summer, and I'm not talking about this season

Should I tell her boyfriend, he ain't the only one she's seeing?

And I don't got enough fingers and patience to count how many times you've slept around

You're perfect for summer, 'cause you both love cheating