So I hang out with my mom, A little more than I'm supposed to. It's not like anything wierd, Just don't have peeps that I'm close to.
And we've got a couple minutes till she picks me up. So we could kiss a little or maybe just cup my hands on your boobies or yours on my tool. If not, whatev's, whatev's, I'm cool
My parents make me take pills, 'Cus I can't feel things like they can. I have opinions on cheese, And eat it right from the spray can.
And I saw you in the bleachers and I have to admit. I thought you'd be the type of girl to show me some tit or you booty or your hoohoo would especially rule. If not, whatev's, whatev's, I'm cool.
You know my daddy paid some highschool kids to be my friends but they wont take me out, me out, me out, me out, And my mother bought a cat but all it does is sit around and go meow, meow, meow, meow, And my brother was kicked by a horse and now he also only says me oww, me oww, me oww, me oww, And I know that makes me special, like your boobies, so you wanna take 'em out, 'em out, of your shirt, your shirt.
So have you done it before? Is it true that it's hairy? My best friend says you're a slut! Don't worry, he's imaginary.
So grab my dong and bump it or however this goes. I'm a little inexperienced, don't know if it shows but you could help me fit in with the rest of our school. If not, whatev's, whatev's I ALREADY SAID!!! I'm cool.
You know there's a lot of different things that make a kid the sort of kid he shouldn't be, be, shouldn't be, be, Like his best friend is six foot tall and isn't real and I admit it he's a bee, a bee, bzzz, a bee, a bee, And when I wanna touch a person they get scared and run away like I'm zombie, zombie, just zombie, zombie Oh why won't someone love me for the boy am and know I'll always be, ways be, ways be, ways be ways be...
Then I saw in your eyes. You don't think I'm some cripple. So give me a chance, Or at least just a nipple.
You could do it now or wait till the weekend Or maybe instead...will you just be my friend? 'Cus I think you know the world can be kinda cruel but you're not a slut and I'm not a fool so whatev's, whatev's, whatev's. Whatev's, whatev's, whatev's. Whatev's, whatev's, whatev's, we are cool. Through whatev's, whatev's, whatev's...we are cool.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
