Lift the bad weight off your mullet
And let the thoughts fall off your tongue
Cause I'm callin' callin' callin'
I've never written to anyone
So this is about ugly lovers
And this is about pretty songs
Cause I'm a [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] 
In my lipstick I'm so much fun
Connect your wood feet to a motor
And the chrome dance trophy is won
little classy plastic lumber
I'm embarassed but I ain't that stunned
Looks like the humans' days are numbered
That's a [bad word] that was number one
Cause we're a past tense late rate (?)
I must've thouroughly convinced us not to mess this place up
(Shameful shameful shameful)