I'm part of generation s**ually ambiguous
All the girls kiss all the girls
And the boys don't know what to do
So they borrow our pants and our shoes
and our eyeliner too.
We go home
We trade up
We get down
We go out on the town and then we do it again
We go home
We trade up
We get down
We go out on the town and then we do it again
Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Oh Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
She said her lips were aching
our hands touched her's were shaking
she said it's a sin to kiss you
but if I don't my lips will turn blue
...
All your houses of preaching filled with misguided teaching
that tell us to stop drop
keep our legs locked
but our bodies are loaded weapons
ready to implode, ready to implode
we were built to be
explored by others physically
like a lock with many many different keys
and I play safe but I won't play by the rules
'cause I like chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry too
Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Oh Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
She said her lips were aching
our hands touched her's were shaking
she said it's a sin to kiss you
but if I don't my lips will turn blue
I'm part of generation s**ually ambiguous
All the girls kiss all the girls
And the boys don't know what to do
so they borrow our pants and our shoes
and our eyeliner too.
I'm part of generation s**ually ambiguous
All the girls kiss all the girls
And the boys don't know what to do
so they borrow our pants and our shoes
and our eyeliner too.
Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Oh Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Oh Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
All the girls kiss all the girls
And the boys don't know what to do
So they borrow our pants and our shoes
and our eyeliner too.
We go home
We trade up
We get down
We go out on the town and then we do it again
We go home
We trade up
We get down
We go out on the town and then we do it again
Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Oh Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
She said her lips were aching
our hands touched her's were shaking
she said it's a sin to kiss you
but if I don't my lips will turn blue
...
All your houses of preaching filled with misguided teaching
that tell us to stop drop
keep our legs locked
but our bodies are loaded weapons
ready to implode, ready to implode
we were built to be
explored by others physically
like a lock with many many different keys
and I play safe but I won't play by the rules
'cause I like chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry too
Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Oh Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
She said her lips were aching
our hands touched her's were shaking
she said it's a sin to kiss you
but if I don't my lips will turn blue
I'm part of generation s**ually ambiguous
All the girls kiss all the girls
And the boys don't know what to do
so they borrow our pants and our shoes
and our eyeliner too.
I'm part of generation s**ually ambiguous
All the girls kiss all the girls
And the boys don't know what to do
so they borrow our pants and our shoes
and our eyeliner too.
Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Oh Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Oh Hey mister, Hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?