Flavor Of The Week Lyrics - American Hi-fi

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 

And all he gives to her 

And he's got posters on the wall 

Of all the girls he wishes she was 

And he means everything to her 

Her boyfriend, he don't know 

Anything about her, too stoned, Nintendo 

I wish that I could make her see 

She's just the flavor of the week 

It's Friday night and she's all alone 

He's a million 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 favorite songs 

Her boyfriend, he don't know 

Anything about her, too stoned, Nintendo 

I wish that I could make her see 

She's just the flavor of the week 

Her boyfriend, he don't know 

Anything about her, too stoned, Nintendo 

I wish that I could make her see 

She's just the flavor of the week 

She makes me breathe