Sometimes I can be perfectly sweet 
Got this sugary me all stuffed up in my sleeve 
And I’ll talk of ponies and rainbows and things 
And I’m just who you want me to be 
Like most creatures down here on the ground  [bad word] of the elements moving around 
But I grow and change and I shift and I switch 
And it turns out I’m actually kind of a [bad word] 
But that only happens when I get provoked 
By some piece of [bad word] [bad word] we all sadly know 
And I sit and I write while reminding you all 
That mean songs are still better than going postal 

That guy’s an [bad word] 
And that girl’s a [bad word] 
Baby it’s natural 
No getting away from it 
So sing it out with me 
And then let it go  [bad word] that guy he’s just an [bad word] 

I see I surprised you with some of my words 
And I know that surprises, while fun, still can hurt 
And I hate to think that [bad word] the day 
Of the [bad word] and the queen of the high horse parade 
But I’m sick and tired of your poisonous ways 
You’re a toxin wasting perfectly good space 
And I say what I think 
'Cause it's more economic than [bad word] or a drink 

That guy’s an [bad word] 
And that girl’s a [bad word] 
Baby it’s natural 
No getting away from it 
So sing it out with me 
And then let it go  [bad word] that guy he’s just an [bad word] 

And I won’t let him in 
Under my skin 
You’re a sad sack of [bad word] 
It’s pathetic 
Just a festering sore 
That will never be more than that 
If I don’t let it 

That guy’s an [bad word] 
And that girl’s a [bad word] 
Baby it’s natural 
No getting away from it 
So sing it out with me 
And then let it go  [bad word] that guy he’s just an [bad word]