I'll send a postcard from every stop,
straight to you just to [bad word] you off
And I hope that you see a whole lotta me
in every magazine on radio and tv

Uh oh
I used to be kind, and care about you,
But now you can kiss my behind
After everything you did to me,
I didn't know revenge could taste so sweet

 [bad word] 
New York, Paris, LA
Livin outrageous, next stop Vegas
London to Malibu
Wish that I could say I miss you

No no no don't don't miss you
No no no I really dont' miss you
No no no don't don't miss you
No no no!

You think that I'm cold when I call you a creep,
But all your other names would only get bleeped
No I'll never go back to what we used to be
Cause what we used to be was just a prison for me

Uh Oh
I used to be kind and care about you,
But now you can kiss my behind
After everything you did to me
Who woulda thought revenge could taste so sweet?

 [bad word] 
New York, Paris, LA
Livin outrageous, next stop Vegas
London to Malibu
Wish that I could say I miss you

No no no don't don't miss you
No no no I really dont' miss you
No no no don't don't miss you
No no no!

London Bridge falling down,
Moulin Rouge and Eiffel Tower
Broadway got my tattoo
It's got nothing to do with you
Lost in Tokyo, trashed in Mexico
Caught dancing in the nude
Wish I could say I miss you!

 [bad word] 
New York, Paris, LA
Livin outrageous, next stop Vegas
London to Malibu
Wish that I could say I miss you

No no no don't don't miss you
No no no I really dont' miss you
No no no don't don't miss you
No no no!