Song Lyrics

Never thought that I could feel such a slap in the face
Since my semester in New York where I drank it away
Social strategies were taught to bohemian crowds
And my love was like a food stamp handing it out

Oh then I fell in love with you all faded grizzled and mature
You left me naked pining whining on your bathroom floor
If it makes you jealous, tell us just which boy we should adore
And then we talk about myself so I don't mind that he's a bore

[Chorus]
He's like a less cute version of you, but he'll have to do
He's like a Wal-Mart version of you, but he'll have to do
Have to do

Mountain man brag about your band to me
You've got me hot with all those snide remarks about my poetry
But he gobbles up every single line about the stars
And how they scar my slightly chubby arms like brightly lit cigars

[Chorus x2]

Every time I see your face, I die inside
Every time I see your face, I die inside

Maxim Bemis

The duration of Less Cute is 3:05 minutes and seconds.