BITE ME

Ahhh! I don't give a flying– Ahh! Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well You bore me to death Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well You bore me to death When I roll down my window When I heard all those words, words, words from your mouth Make me wanna run back, turn back, can I go back? Finna run back, straight in the house When I reach for my headphone Wanna hear boom boom pow, b-b-boom boom pow Only ones lost in space now I wish they'd beam me up, then I'd turn this shit down Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well You bore me to death Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well You bore me to death Bite me, bite me You can try me, try me If you likey, likey I don't give a f–f–f– (ahh!) Bite me, bite me If you likey, likey You can try me, try me I don't give a f–f–f– (ahh!) When I get to work, smile until it hurts All the boys hear like nothing that I said Make me wanna run back, turn back Where your mind at? Wanna gun right straight to the end Turning on the tube, better yet the news Then I hear back and forth, like a ping pong match How they run, run in place now Wish they'd beam me up 'cause I'm about to snap Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well You bore me to death Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well You bore me to death Feels like I'm about to slip Take control, then lose the grip Feels like I'm about to slip Under all your influence Feels like I'm about to slip Take control here, of me Feels like I'm about to slip Under all your influence Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well You bore me to death Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well You bore me to death Bite me, bite me You can try me, try me If you likey, likey I don't give a f–f–f– (ahh!) Bite me, bite me If you likey, likey You can try me, try me I don't give a f–f–f– (ahh!) Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well You bore me to death Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well You bore me to death Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song I don't give a flying (ahh! Ahh!) Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song, oh well Sick of that song? I don't give a flying (ahh! Ahh!)