Girls In The Eighties
Too Cool For This Crowd
I'm too cool for this crowdMy eyes are fire ants and they're bulging outSo you just turn away and walk aroundBut I won't forget when your lips made that soundI'm too cool for this crowdBut it's just the plants I stuck in my mouthAnd when they wash away you'll see somehowBut I won't forget when your lips made that soundIt's not meIt's these treesCrawling through my headLike a sexual diseaseLike my head's a trampolineMy problems bounce right off of meI'm sorry for your poor judgementI'm not Vanilla Ice, I'm fucking Clark KentSo take it back and I'll still be your friendJust don't ever say that shit a-fuckin'-gain!I'm too cool for this crowd
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