White Bread Boyfriend

I guess I'm lonely, whatever that means,

but when I see you in your pre-embroidered jeans

I get this feeling, like, prob'ly in my heart

that most of the time, we should never be apart.

You're kinda pretty. I guess for now you'll do.

I mean, you're beautiful, nobody comes close to you...

and all that rubbish girls like to be told.

You gotta know this stuff when you are seventeen years old.

I guess I'm saying let's turn a new leaf.

I'll wear my A&F hat askewly,

and we can go, where to? I don't know,

but baby, I guess that I love you truly, and

I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.

I want to be your mainstream man.

I wanna be your typical toy and

break up in time for college plans, and

I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.

(I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.)

I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.

(I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.)

Well, I can skateboard, and I play the guitar.

I'll take you out and about in my parents' car.

We'll catch a movie, get some McDonalds,

go to a party, let somebody else clean up the bottles.

I'm getting desperate. I know how love hurts.

I would give up my sneakers and my polo shirts

to be your sweetheart. I am sorta nice.

You could do better, but I'll probably suffice.

I'll serenade you, like all the others,

with overplayed Dave Matthews Band covers.

Is it the love, or the lack thereof

that tells us we might as well become lovers?

I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.

I want to be your bargain beau.

You're like my soulmate, let's hold hands

so everyone at the mall can know, woahohoh.

(mediocre mediocre mediocre mediocre...)

I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.

I want to be your mainstream man.

I wanna be your typical toy and

break up in time for college plans, and

I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.

(I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.)

I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.

(I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.)