Thursday, January 7, 2010

Hotter Than Your Girlfriend

Why don't you go away? Quit talkin' to me.
Quit tellin' me what kind of friends you want to be.
I know. Oh yea, it shows. I'm hotter than your girlfriend.

The one sittin' right over there.
She's lookin' at me with a razor stare
I think she means it.
It's no secret
that I'm hotter than your girlfriend.

Don't feel bad you're not the only one.
I have to say the same thing to everyone
I've said to you.
'Cause it's true.
I'm hotter than everybody's girlfriend.

Don't tell me this is about me being stuck on myself
apparantly so are you, just look at yourself
you're talkin' to me.
And where is she?
Yea, where's your girlfriend?

The one sittin' right over there.
Lookin' at me with a razor stare
I think she knows,
'cause it shows.
It shows on you
and it's nothin' new.
I'm hotter than your girlfriend.
I'm hotter than everybody's girlfriend.
I bet I just pissed off your girlfriend.

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