Crop Top II: The Reckoning

(Are you ready, Briggs? Yep!
 Woo, woo, woo!)
 I'll cut my hair off
 You'll wear a crop top
 We can do anything, anything that you want
 It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter to me
 We can buy a two person bike
 Wonder if the punch is spiked
 We can do anything, anything that you'd like
 It doesn't matter, I'm easy to please
 But now there's strangers in my kitchen
 And they love to talk
 They love to talk about you
 And give me advice on what I should or shouldn't do
 Now it is Sunday
 You're talking with your friends
 I'm thinking about you
 You're thinking of the weekend
 It can't come sooner
 You can't come sooner to me
 I can't make up my mind
 I got too much time
 To sit and wonder, wonder if you're fine
 Who are you with?
 Are you thinking of me?
 But now there's strangers in my kitchen
 And they love to talk
 They love to talk about you
 And give me advice on what I should or shouldn't do
 So why cant I admit you're on my mind all the time?