Got your mother in a whirlShe's not sure if you're a boy or a girlWey babe your hair's alrightHey baby let's go out tonightYou like me and I like it allWe like dancing and we look divineYou love bands when they play it loudYou want more and you want it...

You are one of god's mistakes You crying, tragic waste of skin I'm well aware of how it aches And you still won't let me in Now I'm breaking down your door To try and save your swollen face Though I don't like you anymore You lying, trying waste of space...