She came to my house last Friday night
Her hair was short her dress was white
I have the worst intentions
There's no need to mention why
I made a drink and she got high
I'm wondering what's inside her mind
I have some bad intentions
But none that I've failed to mention
I won't say anything she won't believe
But I still got heartbreaker written on my sleeve
Next time we meet up we'll buy some beer
Drink on the street til we're sincere
She won't fail to mention
She's got the worst intentions
My eyes wide I start to stare
At her white dress and messy hair
Sunrise breaks the tension
But her face failed to mention
She won't say anything I won't believe
But she's still got heartbreaker written on her sleeve
Ooooooh, ooooooh
Ooooooh, ooooooh
I won't say anything She won't believe
But she's gonna be the first to leave