Lyrics

Isn't it scary That even my lips are white And I want Gary to burn me tonight Standing holding hands with Bowser Sorry to chill your chin But I've got dirt'll slip through my skin No more dancing I spit on your bed Get my stickers from a mister with a bag for a head That's right why hi Gary I'm in love with you Don't get older Stay the same age Could you wait Til I get to your place And I won't give him your name And then we won't have time to blame Just gouge your eyes out Your balls must burn You know it's my turn It's my turn You know I hate to celebrate him Just to paint him like Gary and the sun Atop his lap a gold cap and his buttons undone Then I'm saying bye bye Gary isn't that a clue I will never feel Til Gary becomes real