Verse: D Bm Chorus: G E B A Interlude/Pre-chorus: G A B D A G Never thought that I could feel such a slap in the face Since my semester in New York where I drank it away Social strategies are taught to bohemian crowds And my love was like a food stamp handing it out Though I fell in love with you, all fey and grizzled and mature You left me naked, pining, whining on you bathroom floor If it makes you jealous tell us just which boy we should adore And we talk about myself so I don't mind that he's a bore He's like a less cute version of you But he'll have to do He's like a Wal-Mart version of you But he'll have to do He'll have to do Mountain man, brag about your band to me You got me hot with all those snide remarks about my poetry But he gobbles up every single line about the stars And how they scar my slightly chubby arms like brightly light cigars So now, he's next to me And I can feel you in my heart You're everything You're everything he'll never be It's misery, and more specifically I miss that day you spit on me He's like a less cute version of you But he'll have to do He's like a Wal-Mart version of you But he'll have to do He'll have to do He's like a less cute version of you But he'll have to do He's like a Wal-Mart version of you But he'll have to do He'll have to do He has no inkling of your status or mind He's just the glow that I splatter to bind You and I like siamese twins So let the sick sad game begin Now, you're here again And he will wonder where I've been I'm giving in But in my own opinion That's how to be Though I can hear him singing All this envy's killing me He's like a less cute version of you But he'll have to do He's like a Wal-Mart version of you But he'll have to do He'll have to do He's like a less cute version of you But he'll have to do He's like a Wal-Mart version of you But he'll have to do He'll have to do
