John Mayer takes us behind the scene of his music makin' empire and reveals his inner jackass'ness in this video, which is a lot more appealing than the overly sincere guy crooning about how all relationships are safe 'til St. Patrick's Day because no way in November will you say goodbye, and in December it's obvious why--no one wants to be alone at Christmas time. And come January we're frozen inside and making new resolution a hundred times. Then in February, you're askin' "won't you be my Valentine?" But after St. Patty's Day, all bets are off--unless you're John Mayer and which in that case you're fucking supermodels and cruising around on a Razor scooter.
If I can't get the girl why don't I just tell her I'm John Mayer. How about something everybody can relate to, like when you're fucking one supermodel you make the other ones jealous?
True.