You make me feel like such a loser
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cuter (So much cuter)
I guess that god must have a sense of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah my man
Hot shot
God only knows how I got ya
I'm such a fan, girl you a rock star
I'm kinda bland but you the hot sauce
Ooh you a little spicy, sugar sweet
And I ain't talking flavor of the week
Way more than seven days, you make me weak
Well lucky at me
You make me feel like such a loser
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cuter (So much cuter)
I guess that god must have a sense of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah my man
You must be a angel baby
'Cause you give me life but at the same time
You still take my breath away
(You a five plus five)
Baby I just did the math, you shouldn't worry
'Cause you're the prom queen and I'm the nerd
Like I'm the broccoli and you're dessert
Dinner's served
You make me feel like such a loser
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cuter (So much cuter)
I guess that god must have a sense of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah my man
Ah yeah
