Girls Don't Come with Instructions

I went to Hell and I exited through the gift shop
 That's where I found you
 Yeah, that's where I found you (I found you)
 21st century Romeo
 Wears magazine-sample cologne
 Walking you the long way home
 And can you tell me if I'm doin' this thing right?
 Am I broken in all of the places that you like?
 Tell me, am I hurt enough to be your guy?
 'Cause girls don't come with instructions
 So, fuck it
 Cross my heart and hope to die a thousand times
 Swear to God, I'll get this right for you and I
 'Cause girls don't come with instructions
 I'll play it cool, I'm keeping calm
 But you'd look good as a soccer mom
 But first let's get through prom (get through prom)
 Should I show up in a suit and tie?
 Or wear black eyeliner 'round my eyes?
 I wish I knew what you liked
 Can you tell me if I'm doin' this thing right?
 Am I broken in all of the places that you like?
 Tell me, am I hurt enough to be your guy?
 'Cause girls don't come with instructions
 So, fuck it
 Cross my heart and hope to die a thousand times
 Swear to God, I'll get this right for you and I
 'Cause girls don't come with instructions
 So, fuck it
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 Can you tell me if I'm doin' this thing right?
 Right
 I'm broken in all of the places that you like
 Tell me, am I hurt enough to be your guy?
 'Cause girls don't come with instructions
 So, fuck it
 Cross my heart and hope to die a thousand times
 Swear to God, I'll get this right for you and I
 'Cause girls don't come with instructions