One: Don't pick up the phone
You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone
Two: Don't let him in
You'll have to kick him out again
Three: Don't be his friend
You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him ♫
he's got that James Dean daydream look in his eye
And I got that red lip, classic thing that he likes
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style ♫