First of all, can I tell you how I hate when Justin Bieber does something that makes me have to write a post about it? Because it burns me with a radioactive kind of fire inside. I feel it for days, guys. I actually need a recovery period. Justin Bieber is my Kryptonite.
What I can’t wait for, however, is the video for this song—it’s going to be heinous. Oh wait. No. I can wait, because that happening means that I’m probably going to have to write something about it and DIE for three days afterward. Ugh.
Here are the lyrics:
She says she met me on a tour
She keeps knocking on my door, she won’t leave me
Leave me alone
This girl she wouldn’t stop, almost had to call the cops
She was scheming, ooh, she was wrong
Cause she wanted all my attention
And she was dragging my name through the dirt
She was dying for my affection
But she keep making up and give it to ‘em
I’m talking to you, maria
Why you wanna do me like that?
That ain’t my baby, that ain’t my girl
Maria, why you wanna play me like that?
She ain’t my baby, she ain’t my girl
But she talking in, and she need a squeeze
But never this, all I know she got mine
That ain’t my baby, that ain’t my girl
But she falling out, what she talking about
Let me tell you now that girl she’s not mine
She ain’t my baby, she ain’t my girlNow she’s in the magazines, on tv, making a scene
Oh she’s crazy, crazy in love
And she’s all over the news, saying everything but the true
She’s faking, faking it all
Cause she wanted all my attention
And she was getting my name through the dirt
She was dying for my affection
But she keep making up and give it to ‘em
I’m talking to you, maria
Why you wanna do me like that?
That ain’t my baby, that ain’t my girl
Maria, why you wanna play me like that?
She ain’t my baby, she ain’t my girl
But she talking in, and she need a squeeze
But never this, all I know she got mine
That ain’t my baby, that ain’t my girl
But she falling out, what she talking about
Let me tell you now that girl she’s not mine
She ain’t my baby, she ain’t my girl
Why are you trying, trying to lie girl
When I never met you
Saying goodbye, but how could ya
You throw this, you throw this
Your foolness, seduces
Maria why you wanna do me like that? …
Also, I’m assuming this is the song that Justin Bieber talked about as the next ‘Billie Jean’. And I guess in a sense, yes. He did write the ‘next Billie Jean’. But only because it’s almost completely identical in phrasing, content, and concept as Michael Jackson‘s ‘Billie Jean’. Way to go, Justin. This must have been really, really hard.
Last, you win, Mariah Yeater. You completely f-cking win, and you KNOW IT, girl.
Ugh, Justin Bieber is kind of the worst. The only thing that I like about him is that he is bored and phone-occupied at sportsball games. He doesn’t even have his good hair anymore.
Why can’t he be more like the magical, lyrical, and beautiful Selena Gomez and sing (primarily) about metaphorical weather? (And by “primarily,” I mean: “In two of her most well-known songs.”)
Oh Lord, giving her all this attention is like….giving her all this attention, she will be like ‘OH WELL, he wrote a song about me, blah blah, so you you believe me really’….but then, he’s just a kid who seems not to know any better either
oh damn! Maria shit. I love Justin bieber