(Maia): Okay, guys, calm your souls. Get ready for some rock and roll music.
(Lana): This isn't a fucking talent show.
Sweet talkin' sailor
I only live to pretend
I could never betray her
But she don't need a man, yeah what a likely plan
You work at Mickey D's, you play it off as cool
You fucking kid, playing grown ups in high school
Mom and Dad think that you're a star
A fucking social case is what you are
I think I'm dying 'cause I smoke too many cigarettes
You think you're dead 'cause Mom and Dad won't pay your credit debt
Sweet talkin' sailor
She's got a boyfriend to kiss
I could never betray her
But she don't need a man, yeah what a likely plan
You've got no social life, your friends are all dead presidents
And all the b-b-boytoys that you bag are actually bent
And I don't need your shit, your petty little "oh my god"
You think you've got 'em all, but really you're a fucking dog
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