(1, 2, 3, 4)
I'm the little girl at the picnic
Who wont stop pulling her dress up
It doesnt matter who's in control now
It doesnt matter 'cause this is NEW RADIO!
So what the fuck
Is written
All over your pretty face
The gaps in teeth
The dirty nails
Baby boy you can't kill what's fucking real
Turn that song down
Turn the static up
Come here baby, let kiss you like a boy does!
Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)
Oh-oh (oh-oh), oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Lets wipe our cum on my parents' bed
C'mon!
