American Hi-Fi - Flavour of the Weak

She paints her nails and she don't know,
He's got her best friend on the phone.
She'll wash her hair,
His dirty clothes are all he gives to her.
And he's got posters on the wall,
Of all the girls he wished she was.
And he's everything to her.

Her boyfriend he don't know anything about her,
He's too stoned, Nintendo.
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavour of the weak.

It's Friday night and she's all alone,
He's a million a miles away.
She's dressed to kill, the TV's on,
He's connected to the sound.
And he's got pictures on the wall,
Of all the girls he's loved before.
And she knows all his favourite songs.

Her boyfriend he don't know anything about her,
He's too stoned, Nintendo.
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavour of the weak.

Yeah!

Her boyfriend, he don't know, anything about her,
He's too too stoned, he's too stoned,
He's too too stoned, he's too stoned.
Her boyfriend he don't know anything about her,
He's too stoned, Nintendo.
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavour of the weak.
Yeah, she's the flavour of the weak.

She makes me weak.