So put your icy pen away
We all bend to everything you say
I was never one for your kind
You were never one for mine
You might pretend this was always in your draft
Trundled up in cellophane and sass
I was never one for your mind
You were never one for mine
Whatever is mine
Julianne, Julianne
If I can't do it, no one can
I want to try to make Julianne cry
To make Julianna cry
To make Julianne cry
So lets pretend that everything's okay
And fall in line to this ironic pip parade
Seeping through the stitches of your shoes
Seeping through these shit keg shoes
How's that for a clue?
Julianne, Julianne
If I can't do it, no one can
I want to try to make Julianne cry
To make Julianna cry
To make Julianne cry
Stand me in a line
Try to make Julianne cry
Oh, Julianne cry, oh
Julianne, Julianne
If I can't do it, no one can
I want to try to make Julianne cry
To make Julianna cry
To make Julianne cry
All of the guys
Who try to make Julianne cry, oh
To make Julianne cry, oh
To make Julianne cry, oh
To make Julianna cry