Fake I.D.

Tell me what more could she want to be A super hot friend with a fake I.D She takes off her clothes and hands them to me And what she did next I could not believe Don't be fooled The first two hours ruled But then she seduced Herself out of her room Singing, "What do you think about Kanye West?" "I think that he's great, I think he's the best" "Yeah, I think he's better than John Steinbeck I think he's better than Phil Hartman" "Don't you agree?" "Can't you see you're just like me" But, man, you've got taste The rest of us can only dream of, baby Tell me what more could you want to see Try to calm down or leave it to me Freight elevator, now we're really rocking Breaking my heart, going window shopping Don't be shy Cause my friend Brad did die And I feel sad I miss him, he was rad