| I’m just a teenage sass pants
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| I’m just a teenage sass pants
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| I’m just a teenage sass pants
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| Ha ha ha ha
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| Oh it’s candid you caught me, I always make it happen
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| Gave him a Hollywood smile and he liked my accent
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| You fiending little boy? |
| I know you need some
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| Plus-sized pudgy boys, Tweedle-dee-dum
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| Get to snacking and battle axing
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| Outta breath and you heart-attackin'
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| Circle-whacking, who gets to take Rome?
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| None of y’all motherfuckers, pack up and go home
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| Panting like puppies, you love the taste
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| I’ll be around for a while, cool the haste
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| Hot stuff, wants me to call him boss
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| Well I’m a habanero pepper, you can lick my sauce
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| Oo, you can lick my sauce
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| So, all my cool kittens put your claws in the sky
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| Stub out your joints like it’s 4:25
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| And gimme something I can thrust to
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| Gimme something I can thrust to
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| Boys put your drawers in the sky
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| Fly 'em like a flag on the 4th of July
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| Gimme something I can thrust to
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| Do I done does this thing, yeah I must do |