Your brand new car don't do it for me
It don't turn me on
I'm not impressed by your daddy's gold card
Or how fast you run
I just can't stand the smell of your low price aftershave
Don't you think you're overdoing it a bit
When I can smell it a mile away
Hey man, right on
You make me so hot, not
Hey man, you got it
You're really turning me on
Your dead wrong
Hey man, not over my
Not over my dead body, baby
Hey man, not over my
Not over my dead body, baby
Your pick up lines isn't working on me
I'm not in the mood
I'm not amused by the story of your life
Or your attitude
You white trash brat with back slicked hair
Is not my cup of tea
You must be feeling really good about yourself
But you will never feel your way with me