(Oh my god!) I met a girl named Kukuxumusu (Oh my god!) She walked on my heart and she did it wearing two shoes (Oh my god!) She tossed me in a bag before she threw me away And she ran around tellin' all my friends I was gay oh my god oh my god I'm not the revolution I'm just your boyfriend a **** solution until the world ends don't make me do this don't make me sing you a love song (Oh my god!) I took a ride with succubus Sally (Oh my god!) She stole my soul down at the bowling alley (Oh my god!) She's scratching my skin and she kissed on my head And she liquifies the living to feed to the dead Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm not the revolution I'm just your boyfriend A **** solution Until the world ends Don't make me do this Don't make me sing you a love song There are policeman with more sympathy And paupers with more money than me And while those things, they might be true There are corpses with more personality than you (1-2-3-4) I fell in love with Hollywood Heather But she was just another angry trend-setter Her body was assembled by a plastic MD And she made me the object of her insecurity I'm not the revolution I'm just your boyfriend A **** solution Until the world ends What more can I say than Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god
(Oh my god!) I met a girl named Kukuxumusu (Oh my god!) She walked on my heart and she did it wearing two shoes (Oh my god!) She tossed me in a bag before she threw me away And she ran around tellin' all my friends I was gay oh my god oh my god I'm not the revolution I'm just your boyfriend a **** solution until the world ends don't make me do this don't make me sing you a love song (Oh my god!) I took a ride with succubus Sally (Oh my god!) She stole my soul down at the bowling alley (Oh my god!) She's scratching my skin and she kissed on my head And she liquifies the living to feed to the dead Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm not the revolution I'm just your boyfriend A **** solution Until the world ends Don't make me do this Don't make me sing you a love song There are policeman with more sympathy And paupers with more money than me And while those things, they might be true There are corpses with more personality than you (1-2-3-4) I fell in love with Hollywood Heather But she was just another angry trend-setter Her body was assembled by a plastic MD And she made me the object of her insecurity I'm not the revolution I'm just your boyfriend A **** solution Until the world ends What more can I say than Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god
