Hi, I have a message to April LaPine from America's heartland. Socks go on your feet, not your arms. If God wanted 'em on your arms, he would've put. Little finger things on 'em or whatever, alright, that's all.
I wrote a letter the other day. To a girl who I feel for. . Bitches come and get some. I know, you want to come and get some. . I saw you at the Odyessy.
Ready, two, three, four. Step to the right, step to the left. Step in forward, step in back. Step to the right, step to the left. Step in forward, now jazz hands.
There's a golden rule. Says I'll play a fool. I think I will. Now you'll figure out. What it's all about and I will. . Better for you, better for you.
Two weeks we were lovers. Now you feel left behind. Shall we be like others?. Don't think it's wastin' time. . Now, we'll be good. You knew we would. I still call you all mine.
No, so I was like if you're gonna wear the uniform. You gotta sell the cookies right, 'cause if you don't. There's no point for you to come over to the house.
I guess I love you too much. I guess I need you too much. I guess I love you too much. I guess I need you too much. . I guess I love you too much. I guess I need you too much.
Hide the children. Don't make a sound sister. Hide the children. Don't make a sound sister. . Hide the children. Don't make a sound sister. Hide the children.