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