I don't really love you And it's only Monday By Tuesday, I won't like you anymore Well, I meant to tell you all of this last weekend But I just thought to myself: What for? Oh, I don't really love you as much as Fluffy Fluffy is the girl that I love more Well, I meant to tell you all of this on your birthday But I just thought to myself: What for? What for? What for? 'Cause I need you now more than ever to understand We will never, never, ever go to the fair I don't really love you and it's only Fuck, I don't know, Thursday? By this time next week, I won't remember you anymore Well, I meant to tell you all of this But I forgot what I saved your number as So I just thought to myself: What for? What for? What for? 'Cause I need you now more than ever to understand I will never, I will never, ever be what you want Oh, I don't really love you And it's only Monday But by Tuesday, I won't love you anymore Well, I meant to tell you that I'm sorry But I just thought to myself I just thought to myself I just thought to myself: What for?