I'm sorry that I'm getting chubby And I cannot always be happy for you And i am not some lame sorority queen Taking you home to meet my Daddy You collect
Hey! Do you believe there's anything beyond troll-guy reality? I do. I do. I do. It gets so hard, just to be okay Sometimes being happy baby is what
"all men are evil except my boyfriend"--- said the sound of the spectacle. I read it in a fanzine it wasn't even in a big dumb glossy magazine. everything
her dress up It doesn't matter whose in control now It doesn't matter cuz this is new radio The gaps in teeth The dirty nails Baby boy you can't kill
That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood She's got the hottest trike in town That girl she holds her head up so high I think I wanna be
I said I wanna come over you said 'ok just come over' your friends are all on the couch your friends said 'let's walk around' I'll pretend your friends
C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon It's you, all over my skin Taking invisible streets To the fake place Where we win yeah yeah Watch me now From the back of
I caught my boyfriend kissing a replica Oh god, she looked just like me Only nice and sweet and better, But she's not bacon boy She's fucking sizzlelean
