You better call Sal, he's up in New England getting married
You better call Sal, he thinks that he's falling in love
What he doesn't know is after the show each night
I'm kissing Sarah, his soon-to-be-Mrs. Ex-wife
Well, you better call Sal
You better call Derek to tell him that Erin's a *
You better call Derek to tell him that Erin's a *

While she's in his bed, her clothes are still layin' on my floor
I've kissed them all, housewives from here to Peru
After three gin and tonics, I'm addin' that list to you
Or something
I'm runnin' second best, you know the rest, oh boy
Guess I'll see her more than hell
When they ringin' my doorbell for Girl Scout cookies
Sellin' cookies
Someone better call Sal, he's up in New England getting married
You better call Sal
You better call Jason, cause I've got your bracelet in my bedside
And I used to cry, but your bullshit don't hurt me no more
I remember it well, the night that you told me you loved me
You snuck out, you told me you loved me, you told me you loved me
I thought half my bed went to brunch with his family
Baby
I'm runnin' second best, you know the rest, oh boy
Guess I'll see her more than hell
When they ringin' my doorbell for Girl Scout cookies
To sell me cookies
Sellin' cookies
Well, I hope
You're doin' well
I hope
You're doin' well
You're doin' well