Chelsea

Chelsea doesn’t mean anything to me.

Chelsea, don’t tell them what you see.

You’re only nice when you wanna be, so mostly you’re mean.

She knows what questions to ask you to make you come clean.

She feels so dirty around you, the things you get her to do.

You’d be ashamed if anyone found out–she does what you tell her to.

She’s not your everything, you don’t miss her when she’s not there.

You say it don’t mean a thing, tell everyone you don’t care. (You say:) 

Chelsea doesn’t mean anything to me.

Chelsea, don’t tell them what you see.

It’s not your fault that you yell, sometimes you get mad.

What would happen if she yelled back? You know things could get bad.

You hate the way she never believes you, you always cut her off.

She’d never ask to be your girl, she knows it would throw things off.

She’s not your everything, you don’t miss her when she’s not there.

You say it don’t mean a thing, tell everyone you don’t care. (You say:) 

Chelsea doesn’t mean anything to me.

Chelsea, don’t tell them what you see.

Why does she put up with you?

Why does she put up with you?

Why does she put up with you?

Is she your everything? Do you miss her when she’s not there?

You say it don’t mean a thing, tell everyone you don’t care. (You say:) 

Chelsea doesn’t mean anything to me.

Chelsea, don’t tell them what you see! Please, please…