Besedila: blink-182. Does My Breath Smell?.

Who makes up all the rules about those girls I want?

Who tells them all to laugh?

Who tells them all to talk about me?



And I'm not sure what my purpose is for being here

Why do they, why do they

Always kick me in the groin when I come near



And I'm not complaining it just hurts after a bit.



I don't know what I'm feeling

I'm just so sick of seeing

All those dumb, lame, and retarded broads



Who often just sit kick back

As I am not so relaxed

I often wonder why they act so odd



Because no worse a time

When it's just your time to

Think you should make your move

It doesn't work as your just a jerk with no excuse



What about that situation

All night procrastination

Takes you to the point when you lead her to her door



There is nothing left there to say

I guess you best be on your way

But before you go you got to do that chore



No worse a time

When it's just your time to

Think you should make your move

It doesn't work as your just a jerk with no excuse



Please won't you buy in

I'm always tryin'

I keep on tryin'

There's only so much pride that I can lose



I hope that when you see me

You see right through me

Come on now, honestly

I'm so sick of endin' up without a clue