t gonna dance (Something) Put your hands (Something) In your cootie pockets (Something) Ain't gonna dance (Something) Put your hands In your cootie pockets
Call me a liar Call me a liar Take everything that we ever had and set it on fire Call me a cheap scape Call me a whore Say that you don't want to talk
If being a hipster was part of my plan I'd walk around with a coffee in my hand But it's not, so I won't That's okay And if wearing glasses was part
We buried you in the Power Ranger suit That we gave you for Halloween And I can't repress to say That you're the coolest girl that I've ever seen Where
Well I hope that you drive your car off the road And I hope they can't find your body in the snow And I hope I never have to see you again 'Cause that