Designer clothes and done up hair
Nylon and glitter to her underwear
I might be judgmental
But you make me go mental
You're like twenty year old food
You really get me in the mood
To puke!
You stand before an open mic
And people we once knew
You sing with all your heart and might
But no message gets through
That's Why I don't like you
I must admit you've got a pair
Not anybody could stand up there
You might be mislabeled
But you're the one who wanted labels
You're like thirty-eight bad dates
You make me cry when I masturbate
You put a bad name on hot blonde chicks
And a band people once knew
You sing with all your heart and might
But no message ever gets through
That's why I don't like you
That's why I don't like you
You stand before an open mic
And people we once knew
You sing with all your heart and might
But no message gets through
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Designer clothes and done up hair
Nylon and glitter to her underwear
I might be judgmental
But you make me go mental
You're like twenty year old food
You really get me in the mood
To puke!
You stand before an open mic
And people we once knew
You sing with all your heart and might
But no message gets through
That's Why I don't like you
I must admit you've got a pair
Not anybody could stand up there
You might be mislabeled
But you're the one who wanted labels
You're like thirty-eight bad dates
You make me cry when I masturbate
You put a bad name on hot blonde chicks
And a band people once knew
You sing with all your heart and might
But no message ever gets through
That's why I don't like you
That's why I don't like you
You stand before an open mic
And people we once knew
You sing with all your heart and might
But no message gets through
Nylon and glitter to her underwear
I might be judgmental
But you make me go mental
You're like twenty year old food
You really get me in the mood
To puke!
You stand before an open mic
And people we once knew
You sing with all your heart and might
But no message gets through
That's Why I don't like you
I must admit you've got a pair
Not anybody could stand up there
You might be mislabeled
But you're the one who wanted labels
You're like thirty-eight bad dates
You make me cry when I masturbate
You put a bad name on hot blonde chicks
And a band people once knew
You sing with all your heart and might
But no message ever gets through
That's why I don't like you
That's why I don't like you
You stand before an open mic
And people we once knew
You sing with all your heart and might
But no message gets through
Writer: Penny Stowers
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