Girl, you know this party's
Just a compromise
Between these boardroom suits
And your bedroom eyes
And don't you think the dancin'
Is a waste of time?
And I expect you to move
If you expect me to apologize
For all the things
I said about your man
And I'm sorry if I treat you
Like a maintainance plan
Nothin' gets me down now
Man, it's gettin' loud out
I'm shaking in the downtown
Here's a little shout-out, yeah
Girl, you know you're startin'
To really harm
And your stars are shootin'
Up and down my arm
I've been thinkin' all about
What you said about my karma
Catchin' every reference
That you make about the Dharma b**s
These Denver slums
They look so good in text
And I'm sorry when you came through
That we didn't connect
I was jammin' to my tape deck
Lookin' for my paycheck
Lookin' for some car s**
Checkin' every car wreck
With baited breath
And bloated tongue
Never had
So much fun
Inflate your chest
Burn your skin
Make a mess
Outta him
Thought you said that you were
Gonna get some Zest soap
And I thought, "Baby, nice, nice"
That stuff gets your skin slick
Then I heard that you were
Living on the West Coast
Girl, I had to call twice
I felt like such a big d***
Then I heard that you were
Hanging out at p*** shops
You'll always get a good price
And you sure get some good junk
Then I heard that you were
Dressin' kinda hip-hop
Duckin' for the drive-bys
You'd best go back to skate punk
Slip and trip and hang around
Slip and trip and hang around
Slip and trip and hang around
Slip and trip and hang around
Said that she liked hardcore
Took her to a party
Kissed her down on Lake Street
Didn't get her number
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Just a compromise
Between these boardroom suits
And your bedroom eyes
And don't you think the dancin'
Is a waste of time?
And I expect you to move
If you expect me to apologize
For all the things
I said about your man
And I'm sorry if I treat you
Like a maintainance plan
Nothin' gets me down now
Man, it's gettin' loud out
I'm shaking in the downtown
Here's a little shout-out, yeah
Girl, you know you're startin'
To really harm
And your stars are shootin'
Up and down my arm
I've been thinkin' all about
What you said about my karma
Catchin' every reference
That you make about the Dharma b**s
These Denver slums
They look so good in text
And I'm sorry when you came through
That we didn't connect
I was jammin' to my tape deck
Lookin' for my paycheck
Lookin' for some car s**
Checkin' every car wreck
With baited breath
And bloated tongue
Never had
So much fun
Inflate your chest
Burn your skin
Make a mess
Outta him
Thought you said that you were
Gonna get some Zest soap
And I thought, "Baby, nice, nice"
That stuff gets your skin slick
Then I heard that you were
Living on the West Coast
Girl, I had to call twice
I felt like such a big d***
Then I heard that you were
Hanging out at p*** shops
You'll always get a good price
And you sure get some good junk
Then I heard that you were
Dressin' kinda hip-hop
Duckin' for the drive-bys
You'd best go back to skate punk
Slip and trip and hang around
Slip and trip and hang around
Slip and trip and hang around
Slip and trip and hang around
Said that she liked hardcore
Took her to a party
Kissed her down on Lake Street
Didn't get her number
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around
Kiss and trip and hang around