Kathleen Hanna - New Radio lyrics

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