Jaimie doesn't play well with others
But she gives 'er hell on the very first date
She gets so nervous driving the turnpike
But every Thursday night she stays out late
And she'll drown you in a sea
Of sweet, sweet apathy
And she's too pretty to be on the run
She writes her love notes on bottles of Vicodin
She talks to angels, oh yes, she does
It keeps me asking if it's a good time, or love
Jaimie's got a gambling problem
She's always betting on the wrong ponies
But, she'll always answer a 2 A.M. drunk text
Because looking for Prince Charming gets lonely
And, Jaimie's got a social networking addiction
She'll tell you off in a New York minute
But, her touch makes my heart glow, like E.T.'s
And, she'll bathe you in a tide
Of confusion and lies
She takes a drink for me
She takes a drink for you
And, she'll kiss with poisoned lips
Until your throat turns blue