One, two, three, four. All the while I'm out with a smile You're at home, all alone Making calls to my dead phone And I think, man, I've got a hold Of God, didn't you call my phone? You can be bitched on if you want to You can be bitched on if you want to Yeah! You can be bitched on if you want to You can be bitched on if you want to You can be bitched on if you want to You can be bitched on if you want to
