Hey, you're the guy that always has the beautiful blonde
wrapped around his arm,
the girl that knows everything about nothing
and can't seem to
tell her left
from her right.

Hey, you're the guy that doesn't much care about me,
just like every guy before you
that never noticed that beauty
isn't where you think
it is.

Chorus:
You're the guy that thinks he's got
the world in the palm of his hands,
Well, I've got news,
the world's got you,
the world's got you.

Hey, you're the guy with the stuck-up attitude
to match your hair
and the shades that cover your eyes,
to make you look cool,
or maybe so nobody can know
just who you are.

Who are you, anyway?

Chorus:
You're the guy that thinks he's got
the world in the palm of his hands,
Well, I've got news,
the world's got you,
the world's got you.

I'm starting to understand,
You'll never see anything the way I do,
The world's got you,
The world's got you.