Dear John
Ride it out, I said, don't jump the gun, so how I'm covered in your lust
With my own words ringing in my ears
You rolled over, said, hey, I'm not looking for anything serious, but you can stay the night
You're crazy if you really thought I might
Slipped out of your old elevator
With your security guard staring me down
I'm leaving here
A little bit incredulous that mothers let boys like you out (Boys like you, boys like you)
It's 3am you want a body in your bed
And I shouldn't be misled thinking it has anything to do with me
Now I know I was explicit, told you to take it slow
But you were drunk and you weren't listening
Oh man, I should have known
You've got a big bed
But I've no inclination to spend a single minute there (She won't spend a minute there)
And so you're well read, but I've more expectation of a man than a flair for Baudelaire
Slipped out of your old elevator
With your security guard staring me down (He is staring me up and down)
You've got a big bed, but I've no inclination to spend a single minute there
I wasn't born only for your pleasure and I'm not your porn magazine
It's how you treat a woman that it's measured
The kind of man you've been (Boys like you, boys like you)
(Boys like you, boys like you)
