Hoopla

I don't want your attention

And I don't need your calls

Don't want you waking me up

In the middle of the night to bust my balls

Sitting outside my window

With a baseball bat

Girl, I don't want your hoopla

(Don't want)

I don't want none of that

Don't want your approval

You know what I mean

Don't want you probing my friends

Of every little girl I've ever seen

Asking them senseless questions

Like, "Am I getting fat?"

Girl, I don't want your hoopla

(Don't want)

I don't want none of that

And if you were an electronic device

You would shock every little thing that you touch

'Cause you're missing the black cord

But I'm not talking 'bout the one on your purse

But the one that grounds you down to mother earth

'Cause now it's time

I don't want your affection

But you think I'm swinging low

And you're condescending

Every place I go

Maxi pads on my car

Hey, what's up with that?

Girl, I don't want your hoopla

(Don't want)

I don't want, I don't want your hoopla

(Don't want)

And I don't want, I don't want your hoopla

(Don't want)

And I don't want none of that

Of that, of that

Like, am I getting fat?