Why oh why must other people's stuffAlways seem just kinda dirtyThat guy applied that lost and found ChapstickA waiter with that breadHe dropped your chill pickle in hot sandI want you to doWhat you want to doIt's cute how you assumeYour spirits of the world is the worldMy oh my asked me to love more to my hair and faceSniff my fingers all dayThe stop sign's whiteLooks green next to fresh snowAnd I need to eat your gooMy horoscope always trumps world newsWhy oh whyI want you to wantWhat I wanted to doYou're stupid to assumeWhat did not turned and turned
