1. |
Take Off Your Pants
02:48
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You look so good to me
You’re like my wet dream
My savage fantasy
Rough me up and make me scream
Don’t be so fucking coy
You’re not a sissy boy
I’ve got a lot of toys
You’re really gonna enjoy
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
I wanna get in your pants!
WAIT - not fucking yet.
Every time you look my way
You make my poor knees shake
You make my body quake
Come fill my lonely ache
My libido’s never low
And I never take it slow
Just say goodbye to your bros
Right here, right now let’s go.
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
I wanna get in your pants!
I’m not looking for a date
This isn’t love or fate
Just violent sex for god’s sake
C’mon, it’s getting late
Please don’t take your time
I want to make you mine
The back of the bar is fine
Don’t expect me to be kind
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
I wanna get in your pants!
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
Your pants, your pants, take off your pants
I wanna get in your pants!
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2. |
Zombie From New Jersey
02:14
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Woke up
Got out of bed
There were worms crawling out of my head
Looked in the mirror
Extra makeup
If you saw me you would throw up
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
It’s fucked up
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
It’s fucked up
Why did this happen to me?
it’s not fair!
I’ve got rats living in my hair!!!
True Story!
I was sitting in traffic on the Turnpike, listening to the Boss on the radio. Oblivious of the zombie mayhem ahead of me. Smoked a cigarette out the window... some motherfucker came by and bit my arm. And i caught Zombie.
You take the PATH train
To my house
I’m chompin on a live mouse
I killed my boyfriend
I ate his brains
Motherfucker won’t be the same!
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
It’s fucked up
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
I’m a Zombie from New Jersey
It’s so fucking fucked up!
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3. |
Dirty Talk
01:55
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You’re such a dirty bitch
In the mirror
Checking out your ass
You’re such a good slut.
You know what I want
You’re gonna give me
All the nasty things
I’m gonna ask for
Take it all off, stand in front of me
I want to fuck you over
I want to fuck you over
I want to fuck you over
I want to fuck you over
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4. |
Don't Call Me Slut
03:00
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I don’t like the way it sounds
When it comes out of your mouth
And you won’t like the way it hurts
When I smack you around
I don’t like the way you look
When you’re looking at me
Not every moment is an opportunity
My body’s not an open invitation
I’m not giving you the slightest provocation
Don’t call me slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
slut slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
Don’t call me slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
slut slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
You like the way I move
But i don’t want to get with you
and i dont like the way you just fucking assume
I’m gonna count to ten
I don’t want to see you again
I’m not a cheap trick for some angry little men
My body’s not an open invitation
I’m not giving you the slightest provocation
Don’t call me slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
slut slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
Don’t call me slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
slut slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
Don’t call me slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
slut slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
Don’t call me slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
slut slut slut slut slut slut fuck you
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5. |
Eat, Fuck, Howl
02:51
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Eat Fuck Howl
I think my skin looks better as she gets me wetter
I don’t know how long it’s been
Three years? Or two months, even
I think it must be true love
She fits just like a glove
I can’t explain these bruises
With elegant excuses
Plausible scenarios
Everything’s simpatico
I haven’t been to book club
I haven’t been to church
I haven’t been to yoga
Because she fucks me up!
I haven’t been to book club
I haven’t been to church
I haven’t been to yoga
Because she fucks me up!
I think my skin looks better as she gets me wetter
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6. |
Man Points
03:00
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Assault in the first degree
Cuz you put your hands on me
I’m not gonna settle down
Just because you said you’re messing around
I’m not gonna fold my hands
And play nice cuz you’re a man
You never should have looked my way
Now you done fucked up my day
(No man points for you!)
I will fuck you up
No man points for you.
Assault in the first degree
Don’t you fucking tread on me
Cuz I’ll always stand my ground
Get back up when you knock me down
You try to put me in my place
And wipe the smile right off my face
You’re never gonna see me cry
I won’t give in, I’d rather die
(No man points for you!)
I will fuck you up
No man points for you.
You don’t get points for stroking your money
You don’t get points for talking about your dick
You don’t get points for fist pumping, chest thumping
You don’t get points for thinking I’m a helpless girl
(No man points for you!)
I will fuck you up
No man points for you.
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7. |
Thank You
02:46
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8. |
I Know Where You Live
02:14
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Fire Fire False Alarm
You fell into that girl’s arms
Now you’re gonna be the one
To Burn Burn Burn
No one deserves this madness
No one deserves this sadness
No one deserves betrayal
So now I’m coming to get you
I wanna I wanna I wanna erase you
I wanna I wanna I wanna erase you
I wanna I wanna I wanna erase you
And now i’m coming to get you
I know where you live
I know where you live
I know where you live
Ha!
No one deserves this violence
But I don’t want to suffer in silence
So now I’m coming to get you
I wanna I wanna I wanna erase you
I wanna I wanna I wanna erase you
I wanna I wanna I wanna erase you
And now i’m coming to get you
I know where you live
I know where you live
I know where you live
Ha!
Fire Fire False Alarm
You fell into that girl’s arms
Now you’re gonna be the one
To Burn Burn Burn
I wanna I wanna I wanna erase you
I wanna I wanna I wanna erase you
I wanna I wanna I wanna erase you
And now i’m coming to get you
I know where you live
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9. |
Carefree White Girl
03:11
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Dear Blue Eyes
You’ve got the perfect life ahead of you
There’s nothing out there your pluck can’t see you through
I promise
Your dreams are real, princess!
You’ll get the ring, you’ll wear the dress
Two weeks in Italy
Your sun-kissed skin inspires envy
From all of us spinsters
Working hard to pick up hipsters
Just for one night so we can be just like you
We’ll shine so brightly
Mid-day walks
Through your quaint town with your Bugaboo
Talk Montessori with friends from your Mommy Group
We don’t see you
You’ve got a house, new car
Fond memories from your youth spent in bars
Thank god you’re through
Those piss-drunk antics are so far behind you
We just don’t have your luck,
Our marriage failed, our fucking job sucks
We’d kill for domestic bliss, we just haven’t trapped and killed it yet
We don’t see you
We don’t see you
We don’t see you
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10. |
Love Hate
02:09
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11. |
Miss World
01:53
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12. |
Bad Romance
03:27
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