Top Songs By Bratmobile
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bratmobile
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Allison Wolfe
Songwriter:in
Erin Smith
Songwriter:in
Molly Neuman
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tim Green
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
I want you to go, I want you to know that I hate you, so
And all the fucking boys in the fucking bands
Just shut up, and get outta my car
Nothing you know, won't get you far enough the hell away from me, oh no!
All the girls can see what you really are, so, don't mind me
Now, that little boy genius thinks he's a star
You think you're so cool, breaking every rule, a boy that drools
And they all say that I knew better than this
Well, hell, of course I did
Gimme brains for breakfast, baby
And gimme more for lunch
Throw me a bone for dinner, yeah, yeah
A girl could starve on a boy like you
With nothing left to offer, so that means that we're through
And yeah, so, that also means that we're not friends, alright?
Call, call, call, call, call
You don't know me at all
So don't try to talk about how old is Fitz, and that you daddy's sick
A boy is good for nothing, can't give you nothing
I'm sick of nothing
And all the girls that sing along go, "Yeah-yeah-yeah!"
Don't call me for charity, you lack
Just watch your back
You got all the girls with fangs, no, it's a shark attack
You think you're so cool, breaking every rule, a boy that drools
And all they say is that I knew better than this
Well, hell, of course I did
Gimme brains for breakfast, baby
And gimme more for lunch, yeah
Throw me a bone for dinner, yeah, yeah
A girl could starve on a boy like you
With nothing left to offer, so, that means that we're through
And yeah, so that also means that we're not friends, alright!
Writer(s): Erin Smith, Molly Neuman, Allison Wolfe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com