BLA BLA BLA
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
You broke my heart, so I crashed your car
You say you're sorry, well, I bet you are
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
And blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
I hate your face, but I like your mum's
You play it smart, but you look so dumb
Du-du-du-du-du-du-dumb
And ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I wanna fuck, let's get to my spot
But I'm too drunk, and I can't get hard
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hard
And blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
You said you love me, but it's just for fun
Give me a chance and I'll make you a lady
Gaga, Gaga, Gaga, Ga-
And ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
You like cocaine, but you don't like pot
You say I'm a loser 'cause I want a puff
Pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-puff
And blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
You said goodbye, so guess what I've done
I called your best friend, and I said, "What's up?
Let's fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck"
So ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
And then we went to your favorite club
She drank too much and she said you are
A twa-twa-twa-twa-twa-twa-twat
And ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Then I drove into a parking lot
She smiled and told me, "You have a massive car"
Co-co-co-co-co-co-cock
And ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I don't get how I fell in love
I guess I liked playing with your dog
It made me feel like we had a son
But fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you
My mama told me that she never liked you
My life sucks and the blame is on you
So fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you again
And no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You got me angry, and now I love punk
I listen to The Smiths, crying alone
So please, please, let me get what I want
So fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you
All my friends, they were right about you
You are so basic, and you've got stupid tattoos
So fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you again
And no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You said I'm ugly and my band sucks
But I just got a billion streaming song
So kiss, kiss my bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-butt
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
You broke my heart, so I crashed your car
You say you're sorry, well, I bet you are
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
And blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
I hate your face, but I like your mum's
You play it smart, but you look so dumb
Du-du-du-du-du-du-dumb
And ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I wanna fuck, let's get to my spot
But I'm too drunk, and I can't get hard
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hard
And blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
You said you love me, but it's just for fun
Give me a chance and I'll make you a lady
Gaga, Gaga, Gaga, Ga-
And ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
You like cocaine, but you don't like pot
You say I'm a loser 'cause I want a puff
Pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-puff
And blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
You said goodbye, so guess what I've done
I called your best friend, and I said, "What's up?
Let's fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck"
So ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
And then we went to your favorite club
She drank too much and she said you are
A twa-twa-twa-twa-twa-twa-twat
And ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Then I drove into a parking lot
She smiled and told me, "You have a massive car"
Co-co-co-co-co-co-cock
And ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I don't get how I fell in love
I guess I liked playing with your dog
It made me feel like we had a son
But fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you
My mama told me that she never liked you
My life sucks and the blame is on you
So fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you again
And no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You got me angry, and now I love punk
I listen to The Smiths, crying alone
So please, please, let me get what I want
So fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you
All my friends, they were right about you
You are so basic, and you've got stupid tattoos
So fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck you again
And no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You said I'm ugly and my band sucks
But I just got a billion streaming song
So kiss, kiss my bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-butt
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Credits
Writer(s): Peter John Rees Rycroft, Pablo Bowman, Victoria De Angelis, Damiano David, Ethan Torchio, Thomas Raggi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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