Got a lotta heartache
He's a [bad word] weasel
His issues make my mind ache
Wanna make a deal
Cause I love your little motions
You with your pigtails
What a nice creation
Worth another night in jail

Hes a player, diarrhea giver, trying to grow his hair out
'Cause his friends were listening to Slayer
I would like to find him Friday night
Hanging out with mom trying on his fathers tights
Life just sucks, I lost the one
I'm giving up
She found someone
Theres plenty more, girls are such a drag

So all you little ladies
Be sure to choose the right guys
 [bad word] back to me maybe
I'll shower you with lies
Got a lotta heartache
Hes a [bad word] weasel
Decisions make my mind ache
Want to make a deal

Ease away the problems and the pain
The girl chose the guy that makes you want to kick and scream
All along, you wish that she would stay
 [bad word] the guy who took her and ran away

Hes a player, diarrhea giver, tried to grow his hair out
When friends were listening to Slayer
I would like to find him Friday night
Hanging out with mom trying on his fathers tights

Life just sucks, I lost the one
I'm giving up
She found someone
There's plenty more, girls are such a drag

 [bad word] this place, I lost the war
I hate you all
Your mom's a [bad word] 
Where's my dog?, cause girls are such a drag