Boring girl
Don’t hurt yourself
He says as he’s making up the bed
Cause his life’s a mess
And we’re sleeping around
I’m chainsmoking in my night dress
He makes excuses
He forgets my name
Boring boy, I’m sick of your boring face

This boring world is full of boring girls
And in his moronic world
I’m this boring girl

Pretty thing
Don’t hurt yourself
You should know he stays with me when he’s in town
She’s a model
I’m a motel
She finished college
I don’t play guitar too well

His boring world is full of boring girls
And in his moronic world, she’s a boring
We’re his boring girls

Boring boy
Don’t hurt yourself
I don’t think they have guitars in hell