Jude Law and a Semester Abroad

You're never gonna get it
She'll find some way to disappoint me
The American boy you used to date
No more songs about you
I hope the next boy that you kiss
The American boy you used to date
You mean so much to me, I'm without you
By not burning in the wreckage
Tell all the English boys you meet
And every time you fed me the line
You're never gonna get it
Jess, I still taste you
About the American boys back in the States
It's 8:45, the weather is getting better by the hour
You are, you are, you're gone
Never gonna get it right
About the American boys back in the States
No more songs about you
About the American boy back in the States
Has something terribly contagious on his lips
The American boy you used to date

And if you ever said you miss me
Who would do anything you say
After this one I am done
Then don't say you never lied, I'm without you
Never gonna get it right
Tell all the English boys you meet
You are, you are, you're gone
About the American boy back in the States
I hope it rains there all the time

But it's the genie at the bottom
About the American boys back in the States
And even if her plane crashes tonight
Who would do anything you say
Who would do anything you say
Never gonna get it right
Never gonna get it right
Tell all the English boys you meet
About the American boys back in the States

Who would do anything you say
The American boy you used to date
To let you know I still exist

After this one I am done
Tell all the English boys you meet
Never gonna get it right
Thus reserve my right to hate you
And all this empty space that you create
You're never gonna get it
A sip for every second-hand tick
Never gonna get it right
Who would do anything you say
The American boy you used to date
Who I'm sucking at, he owes me one last wish

The American boy you used to date
You're never gonna get it
But I got a plan, drink for forty days and forty nights
You're never gonna get it

So tell all the English boys you meet
Never gonna get it right

So here's a present

Does nothing for my flawless sense of style

Or drowning at the bottom of the sea

You're never gonna get it
Tell all the English boys you meet
You're never gonna get it
Who would do anything you say