She's got the biggest tits. He's got the longest dick
And I get to read about it every week
You hear that s**ing sound? It's culture going down
Seaward with the C-words; submerged in sh** with dreams to drown
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Just aim for the bowl and I'll hold back your gown
This is my favorite ad I got on pay-per-view
The vacant b**h in the convertible reminds me of you. Oh baby
I'll watch my f**in' mouth the day it gets a date with Ashlee Simpson, or stars in ads from tresemme
Is it the taste of vomit or the c**aine?
All the flashing lights or trashy magazines?
One thousand sunken eyes? The way she shows her thighs?
The million f**ing dollars, the jet-skis, or the guys?
How 'bout those f**ing aspirations? Aiming for the vacuous end
I wanna need that respiration. I wanna get some press for it. 0
Press it on. Press it down. It's already up in my face now. Oh baby
I wanna see my name in lights. And throw up in my purse. And die. Hoo!