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Description
Composer: Bradley Robert Petering
Composer: Jane Guskin
Composer: Cammie Toloui
Composer: Kate Razo
Composer: Joyce Jimenez
Lyricist: Bradley Robert Petering
Lyricist: Jane Guskin
Lyricist: Cammie Toloui
Lyricist: Kate Razo
Lyricist: Joyce Jimenez
Lyrics and translation
Original
Now you suck!
You want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.
Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.
Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies.
-Now what's on your nasty old mind? -So how should I begin this?
I guess it started when you were with him, and how he never even took you out to dance.
Did he fuck with any rhythm? And now he's playing with your head.
But did he ever make you come? Did he ever make you cry?
Did the wires in your mind get sewn together, rubbed and severed by the heat?
You don't know how long I could stare into your picture and wish that it was me. I guess it's different 'cause you love him, but
I've got an interactive, sick and twisted imagination.
That's gotta count for something.
You want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.
Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.
Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies. It's okay if you tweet like that.
I dreamt of standing in your doorstep, licking sweat off of your forehead with your finger in my mouth and the sound when leather jackets hit the ground.
You should hear when you're not around, when it's just us horny poets who can't wait to write it down. Swear we were only being honest. Do you like these little sonnets?
'Cause I wrote them just for you.
How quickly they turned sour, so be careful who you screw.
You never call, and I'm starting to suspect you don't intend to do anything you say at all.
We want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.
Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.
Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies.
-Now what's on your nasty old mind? -All by yourself, sits alone.
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.
All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.
All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.
All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.
All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.
English translation
Now you suck!
You want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.
Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.
Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies.
-Now what's on your nasty old mind? -So how should I begin this?
I guess it started when you were with him, and how he never even took you out to dance.
Did he fuck with any rhythm? And now he's playing with your head.
But did he ever make you come? Did he ever make you cry?
Did the wires in your mind get sewn together, rubbed and severed by the heat?
You don't know how long I could stare into your picture and wish that it was me. I guess it's different 'cause you love him, but
I've got an interactive, sick and twisted imagination.
That's gotta count for something.
You want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.
Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.
Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies. It's okay if you tweet like that.
I dreamt of standing in your doorstep, licking sweat off of your forehead with your finger in my mouth and the sound when leather jackets hit the ground.
You should hear when you're not around, when it's just us horny poets who can't wait to write it down. Swear we were only being honest. Do you like these little sonnets?
'Cause I wrote them just for you.
How quickly they turned sour, so be careful who you screw.
You never call, and I'm starting to suspect you don't intend to do anything you say at all.
We want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.
Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.
Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies.
-Now what's on your nasty old mind? -All by yourself, sits alone.
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.
I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.
All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.
All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.
All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.
All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.