American High Fi - Flavour Of The Weak Lyrics

She paints her nails
And she don't know
He's got her best friend on the phone
She'll wash her hair
His dirty clothes
Are all he gives too her

And he's got posters on the wall
Of all the girls he wished she was
And he means everything to her

Her boyfriend
He don't know
Anything about her age
too stoned
Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She's just the flavor of the week

It's friday night
And she's all alone
He's a million miles away
Shes dressed to kill
But the TV's on
He's connected to the sound

And he's got pictures on the wall
Of all the girls he's loved before
And she knows all his favourite songs

Her boyfriend
He don't know
Anything about her age
too stoned
Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She's just the flavor of the week...yeah

Her boyfriend
He don't know
Anything about her age
He's too stoned
He's too stoned
He's too stoned
He's too stoned

Her boyfriend
He don't know
Anything about her age
too stoned
Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She's just the flavor of the week

Yeah, she's the flavor of the week

She makes me weak...