“So many lyrics, we’re frightened to use them!”
(I met a girl. She asked me my name. I told her what it was.)
I love you like a love song baby.
E-mail my heart and say our love will never die.
You’re slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye.
Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane. Nah, it’s just me.
(Then she looks at her. She looks at me. I look at them. And we look at her.)
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Lucky that my breasts are small and humble so you don’t confuse them with mountains.
My hump, my hump, my hump, ha, my lovely lady lumps. Check it out.
Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle, yeah. Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle yeah, yeah.
Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass. Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass. Ass ass ass ass ass.
Touch my bum, this is life.
I’mma make you my bitch. Cake, cake, cake, cake.
Cake, cake, cake, cake. Cake, cake, cake, cake. Cake, cake, cake.
Someone left the cake out in the rain, I don’t think that I can take it.
Cause it took so long to bake it, and I’ll never have that recipe again.
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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Saturday to Sunday.
We-we-we so excited.
Yesterday was Thursday, today is Friday.
Tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday comes afterwards.
Only time will tell if we stand the test of time.
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(The heat was hot.
If the light is off, then it isn’t on.)
The square root of 69 is 8 something, right?
Cause I’ve been tryna work it out.
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe. Stupid, stupid.
Yo' mama says you ugly.
I thought it was a sack but it's your favourite dress.
You hurt the trees’ feelings and the birds all flew.
My vibe is too vibelicious for you.
I'm so 3008. You so 2000 and late.
Get up off my genitals.
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don’t.
The seed inside you, baby, do you feel it growing?
Are you happy you know it,
that you’re having my baby.
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(Lightning crashes, a new mother cries. Her placenta falls to the floor.)
~Sherlyn Goh Xue Ting