Da da da...
Hell had you by the throat,
you never got to heaven
but you got real close.
Your past has you in a choke hold,
you deserve it from what I've been told.
Call my bluff, say what you want.
I'm looking down at you from the top.
I beg for attention in small doses.
Leave the scene smelling of dead roses.
Loverboy, you're playing those hearts like toys.
Don't you feel bad, don't you feel bad, feel bad for them?
This is your night, with arms wide open.
I'm the option you shouldn't have chosen.
Scared of the dark, the door's wide open.
This is the night you'll regret in the morning.
Loverboy you're playing those hearts like toys.
Don't you feel bad, don't you feel bad,
feel bad for them?
Given the choice, would you do it again?
Of course I would, of course I should.
Love your friend.
Friends With Benefits.
Da da da...
Loverboy, you're playing those hearts like toys.
Don't you feel bad, don't you feel bad,
feel bad for them?
Given the choice, would you do it again?
Of course I would, of course I should.
Love your friend.
Friends with benefits.
(Thanks to olypoley, renegade93 and arialbbz for correcting these lyrics)