I didn't wanna do it but I caved
And I'm bitter that I blew it
But I saved your digits so I hit hit him up at parties and at raves
And I said "I'm sorry for my art, it's in my heart"
And it's based like a god, like a b**h, like a Martian
I only start sh** when I get Bacardi and I'm brave
I heartily forgave you for lying but I'm pretty sure I'm dying
And my room is like a grave
And I am relating to Aaliyah cause you say
You're gonna leave her but you ain't
And I've been patiently waiting since the day that you asked
But your mom would have a problem if we date
And then what?
What then?
Um
I'll blubber to my friends and let them say
fu*k MEN!
By that they mean you
How rude
fu*k THEM, right?
But what should I expect?
What then?
Um
I'll blubber to my friends and let them say
fu*k MEN!
By that they mean you
How rude
fu*k THEM, right?
But what should I expect?
And I can tell I'm agitating you
With the badgering I do
I'm attached and I knew it
But I want to let it past and get it through
How's it getting all the a** I know you do?
And I'll admit the stalker thing's a pretty bad plan
But I'm just a little girl and you're a grown a** man
But like, I know how to handle you
f**ing with the kid you say you want to lend a hand to
But she's a hottie, I can't even hold a candle
You could've gave a Twitter to me, you could've used a handle
Said, I know you're prettier but could you lend you man to me
Could've avoided a whole scandal
This isn't what I planned, you're more demanding that I thought
And I am flakier than dandruff
I want to hold your hand and look outlandish together
And perpetuate propaganda
But what now?
What then?
I'll blubber to my friends and let them say
fu*k MEN!
By that they mean you
How rude
fu*k THEM, right?
But what should I expect?
What then?
I'll blubber to my friends and let them say
fu*k MEN!
By that they mean you
How rude
fu*k THEM, right?
But what should I expect?
I know the stalker thing's a pretty bad plan
But I'm just a little girl and I'm your number one fan
And everybody tells me you're a grown a** man but
I know how to handle you
The stalker thing was a pretty bad plan
But I'm just a little girl and I'm your number one fan
And I know that you're a grown a** man but
I know how to handle you
My fans enable me and kissing your bu*t
And then everybody little kiss is a publicity stunt
And you say, "Kitty is you trickin', or what?"
I'm a flinch and I'm a stick in the mud
All I talk about is rhymes, though
Cause what is there to say when we're sleeping in different time zones?
f**ing tour from California, Vermont
And like ooh ooh ooh, you're the one that I want
We talk a little, then eventually stop so
You're the one that I want
Why the f** are you the one that I want?