Hearing it before on bad terms, bad terms 
I'll never get with you
I'll never ever listen what the neighbours say
Or don't say, it's so predictable
I've heard it all a million times, or maybe more 
Same old story
It's boring
I'm snoring wake me up in the morning

I'm particular 
'Bout, who I get with
It's ridiculous
To even think that you're in with a chance
Oh, you must be tripping boy
Oh, you're my whipping boy
Not with that chat
That's not where it's at
I'm just a little bit more particular

You turn up all uninvited, no surprises
'Cause my memory
It serves me well, just laugh again 
You did the same thing that you always did
Hammering me with phone calls, texts and downloads
It's boring
I'm snoring wake me up in the morning

I'm particular 
'Bout, who I get with
It's ridiculous
To even think that you're in with a chance
Oh no, you must be tripping boy
Oh, you're my whipping boy 
Not with that chat
That's not where it's at
I'm just a little bit more particular

I'm particular 
'Bout, who I get with
It's ridiculous
To even think that you're in with a chance
Oh no, you must be tripping boy 
Oh, you're my whipping boy
Not with that chat
That's not where it's at
I'm just a little bit more 

I'm particular 
'Bout, who I get with
It's ridiculous
To even think that you're in with a chance
Oh no, you must be tripping boy
Oh, you're my whipping boy
Not with that chat
That's not where it's at
I'm just a little bit more particular