You go right through me I go right through but I'm about to Go on reminding you I am about to see you through it Your mouth, not mind is open wide You don't have a clue I, I am a reminder He's got a voice so talk to yourself So lift the bad weight off your mullet And let the thoughts fall off your tongue' Cause I'm callin', callin', callin' I've never written to anyone So this is about ugly lovers And this is about pretty songs' Cause I'm a bastard, bastard, bastard In my lipstick I'm so much fun Connect your wood feet to a motor And the chrome dance trophy is won A little classy plastic lumber I'm embarrassed but I ain't that stunned Looks like the humans' days are numbered That's a sitcom that was number one' Cause we're a past tense late rate mowers They must've thoroughly failed to convince us Not to mess this place up
You go right through me I go right through but I'm about to Go on reminding you I am about to see you through it Your mouth, not mind is open wide You don't have a clue I, I am a reminder He's got a voice so talk to yourself So lift the bad weight off your mullet And let the thoughts fall off your tongue' Cause I'm callin', callin', callin' I've never written to anyone So this is about ugly lovers And this is about pretty songs' Cause I'm a bastard, bastard, bastard In my lipstick I'm so much fun Connect your wood feet to a motor And the chrome dance trophy is won A little classy plastic lumber I'm embarrassed but I ain't that stunned Looks like the humans' days are numbered That's a sitcom that was number one' Cause we're a past tense late rate mowers They must've thoroughly failed to convince us Not to mess this place up
