 Boy back home in Michigan, and it tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him So I told him that I never really liked his friends, then he's gone and he's calling me a f***ing I said, God, I live in a garden state, and he told me that we'd make it till we graduate So I told him that the music would be worth the wait, but he wants me in the kitchen when it's dinner time I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we're meant to be But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, get the best of me