New Radio

I'm the little girl at the picnic

Who won't stop pulling her dress up

It doesn't matter who's in control now

It doesn't matter 'cause this is new radio

What the fuck

Is written

All over your pretty face

The gaps in teeth

The dirty nails

Baby boy, you can't kill what's fucking real

Turn that song down

Turn the static up

Come here baby, let me kiss you like a boy does

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's wipe our cum on my parents' bed

Come on