[Chorus]
You make me feel like such a loser
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cuter (So much cuter)
I guess that god must have a sense of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah my man

[Vers 1]
Hot shot
God only knows how I got ya
I'm such a fan, girl you a rock star
I'm kinda bland but you the hot sauce
Ooh you a little spicy, sugar sweet
And I ain't talking flavor of the week
Way more than seven days, you make me weak
Well lucky at me

[Chorus]
You make me feel like such a loser
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cutеr (So much cuter)
I guess that god must have a sеnse of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah my man

[Verse 2]
You must be a angel baby
'Cause you give me life but at the same time
You still take my breath away
(You a five plus five)
Baby I just did the math, you shouldn't worry
'Cause you're the prom queen and I'm the nerd
Like I'm the broccoli and you're dessert
Dinner's served
[Chorus]
You make me feel like such a loser
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cuter (So much cuter)
I guess that god must have a sense of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah my man

Ah yeah