Hit It Again

3OH!3

I make you say ooh, ooh

I make you say ooh

I got the dirty old hands of a drummer in a band

But I never really hit the sticks

I got the sunburned tan of every working man

Who's spent a minute in the ditch

And I ain't gonna try to tell another lie

You never should've let me in

'Cause I'm the type of guy who's never let inside

To show you where my hands have been

This is now, that was then

You broke my heart, I let you in

This is now, that was then

I fucked around with all your friends

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh

This is now, that was then

Forget about the past and let's hit it again

I make you say ooh, ooh

I make you say ooh

She's eleven out of ten, got a body with a pin

You could pull it like a hand grenade

And I don't know where she's going

But I know where she's been

'Cause it's the only time my bed's been made

And I ain't gonna try to tell another lie

You trip me when you let me in

'Cause I'm the type of guy who drinks

Until his eyes lose sight of what's in front of him

This is now, that was then

You broke my heart, I let you in

This is now, that was then

I fucked around with all your friends

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh

This is now, that was then

Forget about the past and let's hit it again

She's the portrait of a model

I'm just a picture of a man

She's got her fingers on a bottle

But I'm drinking from a can

And she's always seeing people

And I'm always on my own

But she's right here begging

Saying take me home, take me home

This is now, that was then

You broke my heart, I let you in

This is now, that was then

I fucked around with all your friends

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh

This is now, that was then

Forget about the past and let's hit it again