 Way 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 bitch again That's the guy that lives in the Garden State, and he told me that we 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 in the plate I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we're meant to be But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, get the best of me Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I always make the same mistakes