Guys With Record Collections
Kevin Patrick Devine
You always wanna be told you're right
Well maybe I got sick of lying all the time
You always say you're taken for granted
Unjustly reprimanded
Ruined by your father's love
'Cause it's not enough
Well I'm tired of being bitter
Playing babysitter when you need a place to cry
So I'm starting up a boys club just like junior high
For guys with record collections
And the girls they hurt to get them
And I'll go there to forget all about you
And I'll go there to forget all about you
And I'll never take it back
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
And I'll go there to forget all about you
And I'll go there to forget all about you
And I'll never take it back
No, I'll never take it back
No, I'll never take it back
No, I'll never take it back