God damn, man-child

You fucked me so good that I almost said, "I love you"

You're fun and you're wild

But you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through

Your poetry's bad and you blame the news

But I can't change that, and I can't change your mood

Ah-ah...

'cause you're just a man

It's just what you do

Your head in your hands

As you color me blue

Yeah, you're just a man

All through and through

Your head in your hands

As you color me blue

Blue, blue, blue.

God damn, man-child

You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two

Self-loathing poet, resident moral, can you know it all?

You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you

But I don't get bored, I just see it through

Why wait for the best when I could have you?

You-oh-oh...

'cause you're just a man

It's just what you do

Your head in your hands

As you color me blue

Yeah, you're just a man

All through and through

Your head in your hands

As you color me blue

Blue, blue.

You make me blue

Blue, blue, blue

Blue, blue, blue.