The Ballad Of John Sancho B.

You know I'm into you, but everything you do
So superfluent, I can't let you waste my time

It doesn't matter what you say, no
I'll always tend to condescend you anyway

If I count the times you proved me wrong
I could count them on just the one hand
If I count the times you proved me wrong
Everything would suddenly make sense

I got my band tattooed, and not your name I could
Try to cut Tuesday beers, but what's the point my dear

It doesn't matter what I say, no
'Cause in the end it will offend you anyway

If I count the times you proved me wrong
I could count them on just the one hand
If I count the times you proved me wrong
Everything would suddenly make sense

There's no doubt you proved me wrong
You can count on me, you can
If I count the times you proved me wrong

If I count the times you proved me wrong
I could count them on just the one hand
If I count the times you proved me wrong
Everything would suddenly make sense