Timberwolves at New Jersey Taking Back Sunday (Ft. Neil Rubenstein)

[Verse 1]
Get up, get up
Come on, come on, let's go
There’s just a few things I think that you should know
Those words at best were worse than teenage poetry
Fragment ideas and too many pronouns
Stop it, come on, you’re not making sense now
You can't make them want you
They're all just laughing

[Chorus]
Literate and stylish (Literate and stylish)
Kissable and quiet (Kissable and quiet)
Well that's what girls' dreams are made of
And that's all you need to know (And that’s all you need to know)
You have it or you don't (You have it or you)
You have it or you (Don't)

[Verse 2]
You have it in you
You're sick of my time you're wastin'
Girl, we're just separatin'
Stop it, come on, you know I can’t help it
I got the mic and you got the mosh pit
What will it take to make you admit that you were wrong?
Was his demise so carefully constructed?
Well let's just say I got what I wanted
'Cause in the end it’s always the same (It's justified)
Let's go