You're the one who likes [bad word] in the back of a car
Your fake smiles are inviting me to go very far
You're treating me a fool just
Stop!
Your bad breathe, vamp desease aching to destroy
I don't mind if someday I find your sneaky decoys
You're treating me a fool just
Stop!

You won't see me anymore
So stop staring at my door
And I'll keep hiding
Until you disappear
Yeah, but it smells like you're still here

Well, I guess you're no smarty, yeah you probably are
Punky lads at your parties wanting take off your bra
And you don't seem to be cut-up
Your bad breathe, vamp desease aching to destroy
I don't mind if someday I find your sneaky decoys
You're treating me a fool just
Stop!

Being thrown on a side of the road [bad word] that nobody warned
Look around, everybody knows
What a scum's hiding under you togs

Well, I guess you're no smarty, yeah you probably are
Punky lads at your parties wanting take off your bra
And you don't seem to be cut-up