| Are we gonna have a problem?
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| Did zombies eat your brain?
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| You’ve come so far
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| Why now are you yanking on my chain?
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| I’d normally slap your face off
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| And everyone here could watch
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| But I’m feeling nice
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| Here’s some advice
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| Listen up, biotch
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| I like
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| Lookin' hot
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| Buying stuff they cannot
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| I like
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| Drinkin' hard
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| Maxin' Dad’s credit card
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| I like
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| Skippin' gym
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| Scaring her
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| Screwing him
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| I like
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| Killer clothes
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| Kickin' nerds in the nose
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| If you lack the juice
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| Go play Duck, Duck, Goose
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| Let your mommy fix you ice cream
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| Whoa
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| Or come hang with me
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| And tonight we’ll be
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| Dirty dancing with the football team
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| Whoa
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| Whoa
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| Whoa
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| Honey, whatcha waitin' for?
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| Welcome to my candy store
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| It’s time for you to prove
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| You’re not a loser anymore
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| Then step into my candy store
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| Guys fall
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| At your feet
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| Pay the check
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| Help you cheat
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| All you
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| Need to know
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| Some dead weight
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| Has to go
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| That freak’s
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| Not your friend
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| I can tell in the end
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| If she
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| Had your shot
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| She would leave you to rot
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| 'Course if you don’t care
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| Fine, go braid her hair
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| Maybe Sesame Street is on
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| Whoa
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| Or forget the creep
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| And get in my jeep
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| Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn
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| See, you don’t have it
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| Watch this
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| Honey, whatcha waitin' for?
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| Welcome to my candy store
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| You just gotta prove
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| You’re not a doorknob anymore
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| Then step into my candy store
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| You can join the team
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| Or you can bitch and moan
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| You can live the dream
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| Or you can die alone
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| You can fly with eagles
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| Or if you prefer
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| Keep on testing me
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| And end up like her
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| Whoa
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| Honey, whatcha waitin' for?
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| Shut up, Toni!
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| Step into my candy store
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| Time for you to prove
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| You’re not a lame ass anymore
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| Then step into my candy store
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| It’s my candy store
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| It’s my candy
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| It’s my candy store
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| It’s my candy
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| It’s my candy store
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| It’s my candy store |