You look like you only slept for an hour You smell like you haven't taken a shower And your hair is so dirty It makes you look like you're thirty Your pants are shung way too low I see stuff I don't wanna know I wonder why you're so moody Is it cause you got no booty Baby please you must be outta youe mind Do I look like I wnat your dirty denim Listen up I'm only sayin' this one more time Can you hear me say I don't want your dirty denim I hate to say it, but they're all the same Thnkin everbody knows their name But how can they break my heart If I cann't even tell them apart I can tell that you think I'm impressed But do you think you're gonna get me undressed Cause if you do I got bad news I wasn't winkin that was just the booze I don't want your,I don't need your I don't want your, I don't need your You paid 200 dollars to look like that You oughta check out the laudromat
Compositores: Brett Lewis Anderson (Brett Anderson), Maya Anne Ford, Allison Robertson, Torrance Heather Castellano (Castellano Torrance) ECAD: Obra #1260957 Fonograma #2192673