Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bratmobile
Bratmobile
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Allison Wolfe
Allison Wolfe
Songwriter:in
Erin Smith
Erin Smith
Songwriter:in
Molly Neuman
Molly Neuman
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tim Green
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
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