“are we gonna have a problem.
You’ve got a bone to pick?
you’ve come so far why now are you pulling on my d!ck. i’d normally slap your face off but i’m feeling nice here’s some advice LISTEN UP BIATCH.
I like
looking hot
buying stuff they cannot
I like
drinking hard
Maxing out dad’s credit car
I like
Skipping gym
scaring her
screwing him.
I like
killer clothes
kickin nerds in the nose!
If you lack the balls
You can go play dolls
Let your mommy fix you a snack (whoa)
Or you could come smoke
Pound some rum and coke
In my Porsche with the quarterback (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Honey, what you waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
Time for you to prove you're not a loser
Anymore
And step into my candy store
Guys fall
At your feet
Pay the check
Help you cheat
All you
Have to do
Say goodbye
To Shamu
That freak's
Not your friend
I can tell
In the end
If she
Had your shot
She would leave
You to rot
Course, if you don't care
Fine, go braid her hair
Maybe Sesame Street is on (whoa)
Or forget that creep
And get in my jeep
Let's go tear up
Someone's lawn (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Honey, what you waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
You just gotta prove
You're not a pussy
Anymore
And step into my candy store
You can join the team
Or you can bitch and moan
You can live the dream
Or you can die alone
You can fly with eagles
Or if you prefer
Keep on testing me
And end up like her
Veronica, look!
Ram invited me to his homecoming party!
This proves he's been thinking about me!
Color me stoked
I'm so happy!
ooh, whoa, honey, what you waitin' for?
Shut up, Heather!
Step into my candy store
Whoa, time for you to prove
You're not a lameass
Anymore
And step into my candy store
It's my candy store
It's my candy
It's my candy store
It's my candy
It's my candy store
It's my candy store