Lyrics:

Got a lotta heartache Hes a fucken weasel His 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 out 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