i met a guy in the summer and i left him in the spring

he argued with me about everything

he had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye

he said he's six foot two, and i'm like, "dude, nice try"

but he was so much fun, and he had such weird friends

and he would take us out to parties, and the night would never end

another song, another club, another bar, another dance

and when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to france

so i miss him some nights when i'm feeling depressed

till i remember every time he made a pass on my friend

do i love him? do i hate him? i guess it's up and down

if i had to choose, i would say right now

i wanna get him back

i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad

oh, i wanna get him back

'cause, then again, i really miss him and it makes me real sad

oh, i want sweet revenge

and i want him again

i want to get him back, back, back

so i write him all these letters, then I throw them in the trash

'cause i miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh

yeah, i pour my little heart out, but as i'm hitting send

i picture all the faces of my disappointed friends

because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do

he said i was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth

and when i told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me i was tripping

but i am my father's daughter, so maybe i could fix him

i wanna get him back

i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad

oh, i wanna get him back

'cause, then again, i really miss him and it makes me real sad

oh, i want sweet revenge

and i want him again

i want to get him back

and then?

and then

i want to get him back, back, back

i wanna key his car

i wanna make him lunch

i wanna break his heart

then be the one to stitch it up

wanna kiss his face

with an uppercut

i wanna meet his mom

just to tell her her son sucks

oh, i wanna key his car, i wanna make him lunch

i wanna break his heart, stitch it right back up

i wanna kiss his face with an uppercut

i wanna meet his mom, and tell her her son sucks, yeah

i wanna get him back

i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad

oh, i wanna get him back

'cause, then again, i really miss him and it makes me real sad

oh, i want sweet revenge

and i want him again

i want to get him back

and then?

and then

i want to get him back, back, back

i'll get him, i'll get him, i'll get him, i'll get him back

get him back

i'm gonna get him so good, he's not even gonna know what hit him

he's gonna love me and hate me at the same time (get him back, girl, you better get him back!)