i don't want to sit around +
talk about the wipers- weren't
those the good ole days i don't
wanna wonder it yer gonna

say hello i don't wanna wonder
if yer gonna walk away i don't
wanna hear how many hriends
you have cuz i don't have any
any more i don't want you to
tell me whats so cool i don't
wanna go back to Jr. High school
i don't want anyone to tell me
how thin i am i don't want to die
for yer fuckin candy treats
i just wanna B one of the Boys
I just wanna B yer little fashion toy
let's hang out + be cool alright
lets go watch the girt fight tonight!
i don't have to try 'cuz I know where yer at
i hate dogs so l luv cats
i can bake a pie and look you up and down
i could throw yer heart right outta this town