Why oh why must other people's stuff
Always seem just kinda dirty?
That guy applied that lost and found Chapstick
A waiter with that beard,
He dropped that chill in hot sand
I want you to do,
What you want to do
It's cute how you assume
The spirit of the world is the world
My oh my asked me to love more to my hair and face
Sniff my fingers to all this
The stop sign's white
Looks green next to fresh snow
And I need to eat your goo
My horoscope always trumps world news
Why oh why
I want you to want
What I wanted to do
You're stupid to assume
What did not turned and turned