Oh oh oh so you're the new boy in town? I've been putting up with you while you're putting me down I'll tell you one thing, this is my fucking town You
turn it up turn it up turn it up you're killing me just shut up just shut up just shut up you're killing me see your face all over town pick me up
So the word on the street is that I'm fucking with you But did you ever think, I don't think about you Could it be love? Now could it be true? Or did
She's the hottest whore in town the dominatrrx of my dreams i know you think it's cheezy but she's so in luv with me she wants to play guitar and
who knows the best way to go? i'm the one who tells him so sweeter than sugar, cuter than pie i'm the apple of his eye queenie is my name
I don't care about you don't you pretend I do Talk your shit words live your life/death You may have been real but I'm not sure I saw you on the bus
Come out and play with me come tell me who you are please tell me who i am please tell me who People on the street today seem very put together I
you want to shut me out you got to shut me up you want to shut me in you shut me in! you want to stab me and fuck the wounds stab me and fuck the wounds
She said she said She said she loved me She said only she said Only she said She said she loved me She said only she said She said only She said she
Oh no! She hates me again, but it's alright 'Cause we're so much alike, you know Oh yeah, you are such a coward But it's alright 'cause you hide it so
We walk the streets at night We go where eagles dare They pick up every movement They pick up every loser With jaded eyes and features You think they
I want you to go I want you to know that I hate you so And all the fucken boys in the fucken bands Just shut up and get outta my car Nothing you know
polaroid boy polaroid girl you're so white and you're so cute polaroid girl polaroid boy you're so white and you're so cute burn to the fucking ground
you make me feel so selfish you make me feel like such a jerk always taking all my licorice and say you wish that things wouid work How do i feel about
Janelle! Janelle! She's so swell! Oh Janelle! Bennie Weasel, go to hell! Oh Janelle! Brett's fucking feet really smell! Oh Janelle! Carlos kiss me and
. . . . . (yawn) Make me miss amerika rip it when we're 6 yeah lock her in her room now tell me it's my birthday- i don't care. rub her face in glass
They say the Silicon Valley boys are lonely and so are you But I don't care, 'cause no one cares about girls who are lonely too So now you know how to
the one is you and me is blue I gotta know the reason why the one is blue and me is you you gotta know the reason what is this gone I wonder it's out