She Doesn’t Get It The Format

[Verse 1]
All the girls pose for the same for pictures
All the boys got the same girls' hair
Oh, I am bored because I feel much older
Look at me as if I got a reason to stare

[Pre-Chorus]
But you talk so loud that it calms me down
You're crying, "Let's make a toast!"

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 was born