Get over it baby
They're just getting lazy
Just another loser left on read
Shot-gun to my mouth
Cold beer pouring down
I think that I would rather be dead
But I got tits and ass and tits and ass
And piles of broken glass
Some shit that will put hair on your chest
I got flabby arms and boyish charm
A tendency to fall apart
Tell me who the fuck could resist
Get over it baby
I'm just acting crazy
And ego's getting to big for my pants
Maybe it's my borderline
Or one of them bi-polar signs
Or the chemicals they're putting in the tamps
But I got tits and ass and tits and ass
And piles of broken glass
A sexy patch of hair on my chest
I'm reducing harm with battle scars
A tendency to fall apart
Tell me who the fuck could resist
Get over here baby
Have you checked my gender lately?
If it quacks like girl it must be
Cuz you sure as shit aint gay
At least that's what you always say
When you stare me down what do you see?
Just my tits and ass and tits and ass
And piles of broken glass
A pool of cum you left on your bed
Yea my tits and ass snake in the grass
I'm sorry but I'll have to pass
I think that I would rather be dead
The latest from French Vanilla mashes up art punk, funk, and new wave into avant-garde pop songs as catchy as they are danceable. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2019