She's so perfect
All can see
She thinks she's hot shit
But not to me
Seen hundreds like her
All just the same
Is it life or death to us
To them it's just a game
All love to make us look
But that's all you ever get
It's a thrill to them, who knows why
They use us then forget
So what if she's wilder
That's not always better
You know who was wilder than you too
Be glad if you can't get her
We've all seen them
In every bar and grill
They try to play the horny socialite
But they're just out to kill
Don't even bother
To ask her to dance
If you been born and raised on muscle beach
You still wouldn't stand a chance
You wouldn't stand a effing chance
Oh, it's the DTs
Oh, it's the DTs
Oh, it's the DTs
DTs, DTs
DTs, DTs
DTs, Dts
DTs, DTs
Oh, sometimes
When you start that shit
Oh, You make me want to
Oooh, You better back up
Or I'm gonna
Arrggg