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Blah! I was born in a messed up century My favorite flavored treats are raspberry amphetamines I bought a car, Beretta age 16 I brush my teeth with bleach 'cause I ain't got time for cavities My daddy put a gun to my head Said, "If you kiss a boy I'm gonna shoot you dead" So I tied him up with gaffer tape and locked him in the shed Then I went out to the garden and I fucked my best friend 'Cause my high hopes are getting low Because these people are so old The way they think about it all If I tried I would never know My high hopes are getting low But I know I'll never be alone It's alright, we'll survive 'Cause parents ain't always right Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya I'm sick and tired of women being labeled as the villain When in reality all we want is equality 'Cause it's a dress not a yes I won't say it again Your sexist ideology, that respect is earned by modesty Yeah, women are powerful, beautiful, wonderful We're screaming at the top of our lungs Our body our choice All together use your voice 'Cause my high hopes are getting low Because these people are so old The way they think about it all If I tried I would never know My high hopes are getting low But I know I'll never be alone It's alright, we'll survive 'Cause parents ain't always right Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Tick-tock, stop the clock Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot Tick-tock, stop the clock Because I get the feeling that I'm gonna get shot My high hopes are getting low Because these people are so old The way they think about it all If I tried I would never know My high hopes are getting low But I know I'll never be alone It's alright, we'll survive 'Cause parents ain't always right Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-i-yi-i-yi-i-ya Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya