Pierce You Are a B

I just wanna ask Pierce maybe grab a pencil
Take some notes
Cuz I'm about to drop knowledge

Pierce I don't need you in my band
I don't need your heart or your hand
Oh I don't need you in my life
All you do is cause me such strife

I am my own person
I am my own person
And Pierce you're a B!
(yeah you heard me say it)
(yes sir!)
Pierce you're a B!

This a song for Pierce, cause him so old
His body made of wrinkles and folds
Stupid and ugly, he smell like a fart
Then poo-poo in his pants and poo-poo in my heart
Come Selecta bring him down,
when him on a stage him dressed like a clown
The boy are Tom Arnold and we are Roseanne,
That's why we divorced him
straight from the band
(yes!)

Pierce I just want you to know
I'm hip to your tricks
and you're not my bro
You can lie, just wait and see
The things you did, they just set me free

I am my own person
(you know what means?)
I am my own person
(and what are you?)
And Pierce you're a B!
(oh buddy)
Pierce you're a B!

Pierce!
Pierce!
Pierce!
Pierce you're a B!
Pierce!
Pierce!
Pierce!
Pierce you're a B!
Pierce!
Pierce!
Pierce!
Pierce you're a B!
Pierce!
Pierce!
Pierce!
Pierce you're a B!



Credits
Writer(s): Jacques Slade, Daniel Harmon, Manish Raval, Tom N Wolfe, Lauren Pomerantz Turak
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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