I Like The Way You Look But I Don't Like You

Turn your tassels baby and spread your tan-lined legs
Pinning paper hearts on designer clothes
Is just so fucking teenage
Love me do, he loves me not
Deep in love with love
Oh sweet romantic thoughts
Laugh and dance through sweet romance
And cherry pop your way to popularity
Turn your tassels baby and spread your tan-lined legs
Snort lines of coke through a plastic nose
And purge purge purge away

Beauty so skin deep leaves only shallowness
As the popular decay
The high school known sit on a flimsy throne
And abort their lives each day
And you sing to yourself on repeat:
I love me, me, me