Lyrics:

Got a lotta heartache

Hes a fucken weasel

These issues make my mind ache

Wanna make a deal

Cause I love your little motions

You with your pigtails

What a nice creation

Worth another night in jail



Hes a player, diarrhea giver, trying to grow his hair out

'Cause his friends were listening to Slayer

I would like to find him Friday night

Hanging t with mom trying on his fathers tights

Life just sucks, I lost the one

I'm giving up

She found someone

Theres plenty more, girls are such a drag



So all you little ladies

Be sure to choose the right guys

You'll come back to me maybe

Ill shower you with lies

Got a lotta heartache

Hes a fucken weasel

Decisions make my mind ache

Want to make a deal



Ease away the problems and the pain

The girl chose the guy that makes you want to kick and scream

All along, you wish that she would stay

Fuck the guy who took her and ran away



Hes a player, diarrhea giver, tried to grow his hair out

When friends were listening to slayer

I would like to find him Friday night

Hanging out with mom trying on his fathers tights

Life just sucks, I lost the one

Im giving up

She found someone

Theres plenty more, girls are such a drag



Fuck this place, I lost the war

I hate you all

Your moms a whore

Wheres my dog?, cause girls are such a drag