I'm the little girl at the picnic
Who won't stop pulling her dress up
It doesn't matter who's in control now
It doesn't matter 'cause this is new radio
What the f**
Is written
All over your pretty face
The gaps in teeth
The dirty nails
Baby boy, you can't k** what's f**ing real
Turn that song down
Turn the static up
Come here baby, let me kiss you like a boy does
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Let's wipe our cum on my parents' bed
Come on