Fake Dad - John Cusack

You've been throwing rocks, throwing rocks at my window
Like you're John Cusack holding up a stereo
Indie boy stylin' that always makes the girls go
You don't mind that I never shut up
You don't mind when I can't make my mind up
You don't mind that my sleep cycle's all fucked

Been waitin', waitin', waitin' for your call
Feelin', feelin', feelin' like your doll
Meet me at the mall

I confess I got a little crush
I confess I got a little crush
(Shit, didn't think it'd happen so quick)
I confess I got a little crush
(Shit got me feeling like I'm car sick)
I confess I got a little crush on you

Dreamin' up, bedroom pop in the club
Everywhere I go, I feel like a scrub
But with you, that's enough
I don't mind that your legs are likе cigarettes
I don't mind you don't pay for your internеt
I don't mind when you say that we're just friends

Been waitin', waitin', waitin' for your call
Feelin', feelin', feelin' like your doll
Meet me at the mall

I confess I got a little crush
(Shit, didn't think it'd happen so quick)
I confess I got a little crush
(Shit, didn't think it'd happen so quick)
I confess I got a little crush
(Shit got me feeling like I'm car sick)
I confess I got a little crush on you

I confess I...
Crush on you...

Been loving on you since we wore the same size shoe
In High Fidelity, we're stuck between the grooves
Now that we're on the bridge, watching you roll a spliff
You be my Robert Smith, and cure me like you do

Been waitin', waitin', waitin' for your call
(*Ringing* Hello?, *Ringing* Hello?)
Been waitin', waitin', waitin' for your call
(Oh, call me back, I guess)
Been waitin', been waitin' for your call...