Don't look at me and say my name And try to tell me it's all the same Take a song and make it all wrong Then expect us to get along Well, I know something
You look like you've only slept for an hour You smell like you haven't taken a shower And your hair is so dirty It makes you look like you're thirty
C'mon and show me That you really know me So close, so tight At least full tonight Turning silver and gold Into rubber and glue Not supposed to let it
Found you on the floor, shoulda left you there Givin' it all to me but I'm too cold to care Champagne in your eyes, I'm gonna shoot you down Stroking
I can't believe she bought it She got too close and she caught it Had a point, but she forgot it When you skip steps on the way up The gaps have a way
Every son and every daughter's Growing cheeba in their locker Gimme gimme, gimme gimme It's the herb that they most liebe Everybody's smoking cheeba
I like my music loud close my eyes and see a crowd day dreamin' on my bed neon lights in my head Cinderella on my TV video games killin' me posters of
Rock you in my car Feel the fire superstar Turn up the bass and adjust the seat I'm on you like a shark on meat Push the button on the stereo Then baby
Everybody's going after school And you know I'm gonna be there too And I know it's gonna be ok 'Cause of course I'm gonna be out late I can't stop and
See that boy he looks so fine But he's got a girlfriend my oh my Go Go Go I'm gonna hit her in the head I'm gonna knock her down I'm gonna drag her by
I got the message on my machine The party starts at 10:15 So tell me can you gimmie a ride Drop what you're doing and meet me outside Speedin' up cause
Radio radio. Gimmie gimmie. Radio radio. Gimmie gimmie. Radio radio. Gimmie gimmie. Radio radio. Gimmie gimmie. Chorus: Gimmie my radio. Gimmie my radio
One, two, three, four Shoe gazers in blazers Introduce you to razors so that The Wilson twins, they can see you In all your glory, in all your glory
I don't wanna talk, I'm already gone And I can't even listen Called all my friends, yeah, they're on their way And I don't need permission, no way I'
This party don't stop 'til the game is done And I don't care if you're not the one Doncha wanna get on the Matterhorn You're a Virgo, I'm a Capricorn
G I R L T A L K, the girls talk G I R L T A L K, the girls talk You've been talking trash again, oh no Don't pretend, you're not my friend, oh no You
HOOK IT UP Call all my friends, they're commin' right over We're all gonna get some four leaf clover The flavor of the month is ace of spades And
Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, pretty boy, what's your name? You're just making me go insane I see you sitting there don't know what