Take it down a notch
'Cause you're talking way too much
It's not a secret that you love yourself too much
But not enough
Don't come to me when it gets tough
I've been told that I should know
Much better and behave a little more like you That's probably the last thing I would do.
Get on that high horse, make me proud
And I will promise not to tell anyone whatever you've become I'll just go oh-la-lala
Can't you see the rules are changing?
Try and hide before the men in suits comes knocking
'cause they don't approve when we go oh-la-lala
1, 2, 3 make me your enemy
But don't ever pretend that I didn't know you well It wasn't hell, but we might meet there in the end I've been told that I should know
Much better and behave a little more like you That's probably the last thing I would do.
Get on that high horse, make me proud
And I will promise not to tell anyone whatever you've become I'll just go oh-la-lala
Can't you see the rules are changing?
Try and hide before the men in suits comes knocking
'cause they don't approve when we go oh-la-lala