Whatever poisons in this bottle will leave me broken, sore and stiff But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at He owes me one last wish So here's a present to let you know I still exist I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips But I got a plan (I got a plan) To drink for forty days and forty nights A sip for every second-hand tick And every time you fed the line, you mean so much to me I'm without you Tell all the English boys you meet About the American boy back in the states The American boy you used to date who would do anything you say Tell all the English boys you meet About the American boy back in the states The American boy you used to date who would do anything you say And even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find some way to disappoint me By not burning in the wreckage Or drowning at the bottom of the sea Jess, I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style It's 8:45 (it's 8:45) The weather is getting better by the hour I hope it rains there all the time And if you ever said you missed me then don't say you never lied I'm without you Tell all the English boys you meet About the American boy back in the states The American boy you used to date who would do anything you say Tell all the English boys you meet About the American boy back in the states The American boy you used to date who would do anything you say Who would do anything you say... Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it (15x) CHORUS