Lyrics Girls Don't Come with Instructions - VOILÀ

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

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