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Ripped jeans, greasy hair, sitting on a couch (hey)
High headphone volume level, being in is out (hey)
Pierced nose, pierced lips, but I'm not gonna tell you where (huh-huh)
Flying over centuries with music in her ears

She's singing, "Whoa, I'm not gonna do that, no
It's not gonna happen, whoa
Go fuck yourself
Hey, go fuck yourself
Whoa, I'm not gonna do that, no
It's not gonna happen, whoa
Go fuck yourself
Hey, go fuck yourself"

Makeup, no job, cruising through the town
Someone is complaining 'cause the sound is way too loud (hey)
Going out and going down, and then, oh, press repeat
It's her against the world, and one word is all she needs

She's singing, "Whoa, I'm not gonna do that, no
It's not gonna happen, whoa
Go fuck yourself
Hey, go fuck yourself
Whoa, I'm not gonna do that, no
It's not gonna happen, whoa
Go fuck yourself
Hey, go fuck yourself"

Please, please, please repeat yourself
I didn't get what you were saying
What, what, what did you say?
No, I don't care, I'm just playing, I'm just playing

She's singing, "Whoa, I'm not gonna do that, no
It's not gonna happen, whoa
Go fuck yourself
Hey, go fuck yourself
Whoa, I'm not gonna do that, no
It's not gonna happen, whoa
Go fuck yourself
Hey, go fuck yourself!"
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