Walking to the venue
You slipped me your CD
Asked me if I’d listen
Give you my critique
I listened to it, but halfway through it I had to quit
Your band sounds like shit

So, here we go
Don’t get mad at me
I’m just being honest
I should’ve lied
But don’t get mad at me
I’m just being honest

Walk into the bedroom
You were standing there
Turn around and smiled at me
And said: You just cut your hair
But then I told you, I thought you looked better before
You said: Hope you like sleeping on the floor

So, here we go
Don’t get mad at me
I’m just being honest
I should’ve lied
But now you’re mad at me
I’m just being honest
How ‘bout from now on
You write the script
I’ll read the lines
So, here we go
Don’t get mad at me
I’m just being honest

And now I'm staring at a napkin
With seven digits that I can't make out
She wrote it down in purple lipstick
I shoulda never, I shoulda never opened up
And maybe it's because I'm Irish
I just couldn't keep my big mouth shut
Is that an eight? Is that a zero?
I shoulda never, I shoulda never opened up

So, here we go
Don’t get mad at me
I’m just being honest
I should’ve lied
But now you’re mad at me
I’m just being honest
How ‘bout from now on
You write the script
I’ll read the lines
So, here we go
Don’t get mad at me
I’m just being honest
I’m just being honest
I’m just being honest
I’m just being honest