I met a guy in the summer, and I left him in the spring He argued with me about everything He had an ego and a temper, and a wandering eye He said he's six-foot-two, and I'm like, "Dude, nice try" But he was so much fun, and he had such weird friends And he would take us out to parties, and the night would never end Another song, another club, another bar, another dance And when hе said, "Something wrong?", he'd just fly me to Francе So I miss him some nights when I'm feelin' depressed 'Til I remember every time he made a pass on my friend Do I love him? Do I hate him? I guess it's up and down If I had to choose, I would say it right now I want get him back!