Letras
My mama told me, "When you write a song
You don't have to be original
Just mash up parts of other melodies
Like 'Express Yourself' and 'Waterfalls' (Hey, hey, hey)
If someone notices and tries to sue
You can claim that it's just an homage
Then make a video with whips and chains
It's a kooky, sci-fi, gay pride collage"
I'm running out of ideas
My dress is made of tortillas
I'm on my last leg
Baby, I got nothing to say
I'm on a hamster wheel
So I'll beg, borrow, and steal
Now I'm grasping at straws
What if I bang Santa Claus?
When you don't know what to say
Just display more T&A
Check out my butt while I walk away
Everyone is super gay
Gay, gay, gay, gay every day
Hey, wait, did I mention that I'm down with gays?
Don't be a rainbow, be a flag
Don't drink the tea, just lick the bag
Don't be a shovel, be a hoe
Goddamn, my voice is really low
I just don't know what to do anymore
What if I roll around with goo on the floor? (Ew)
This feels disgusting and it's really cold
Sometimes, it's hard to be an attention whore (Look, ma, no pants)
I have to cheer up this skeleton
'Cause I convinced him to rip off his skin (Ehh)
It's hard to tell if he's still mad at me
Because when he frowns, it looks like a grin
Don't go for second best
Babe, wait, that's the song that I ripped off
Maybe I am second best
Copy Madonna so much
I think I'm losing my touch
I think I'll just put on mom jeans and a Gap sweater vest
The only thing left to do
Is to just start boring you
I'm going to shop at Kohl's for some sensible shoes