I'm outta luck, you're out of time
You said he'd call, he must've lied
I gotta say that's in poor taste
I gotta go, I'm running late
Well, I don't wanna beat you to the punch line
I don't wanna save you from a nose dive
I could never joke about your love life
Think I'm gonna leave
I won't tell you I don't like it
I don't want to tell you I don't buy it
I don't want to stop you now from trying
But you never seem to get it right
He's had enough, he's outta time
I'm feeling great, I'm not gon' lie
But then you say, "I'm running late
Don't talk about me like you know
That's all I hate"
Well, I don't wanna beat you to the punch line
I don't wanna save you from a nose dive
I could never joke about your love life
Think I'm gonna leave
I won't tell you I don't like it
I don't want to tell you I don't buy it
I don't want to stop you now from trying
But you never seem to get it right
Ah-ooh-ooh...
Ah-ooh-ooh...
You're outta luck, I'm outta time
I got the message that you'd call, you must've lied
I can't believe you're running late, that's in poor taste
You get the feeling I should go, exonerate
I won't tell you I don't like it
I don't want to tell you I don't buy it
I don't want to stop you now from trying
But you never seem to get it right
I'm only out to tell you I don't mind
I don't want to tell you I don't like it
I don't want to stop you now from trying
But you never seem to get it right