Tekster: Human For Sale. Pop Songs.

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Step one, I ask your name
And Play it off like I'm not scared to death
I think YOu're different somehow
No, you don't seem like all the rest

These walking talking glamour shots
The outside shines, the inside rots
Maybe I'll write it in a note
I'll give you something you can

Quote to all your friends
When you tell them about the guy
Who was sadly mistaken, I thought I could catch your eye
With a little clever wordplay, but if that's not enough
I'll turn to drugs, sex, and alcohol
As a stand-in for your love...because

You make me wanna write pop songs
Power Ballads and sing-alongs
It's not something I'm familiar with
I write music to kill yourself with

Sign to a major label
And tour through every town
I hate myself but I love you
Will you be my girlfriend now?

Ok, I admit it, the note was pretty tactless
But I searched for the path to your heart
couldn't find it in my atlas
Wish I was like my brother
Maybe if I could do backflips
You would fall for me...

You make me wanna write pop songs
Power Ballads and sing-alongs
It's not something I'm familiar with
I write music to kill yourself with

Sign to a major label
And tour through every town
I hate myself but I love you
Will you be my girlfriend now?

I know you think that I am full of shit
(That) the only thing I wanna see is my bed,
with you sprawled across it
Just wanna make you feel better
Better about me

You make me wanna write pop songs
Power Ballads and sing-alongs
It's not something I'm familiar with
I write music to kill yourself with

Sign to a major label
And tour through every town
I hate myself but I love you
Will you be my girlfriend now?

YOu said no
Said you need some time
To see who I am inside
And I'm smart enough to know
That our song ends tonight

You make me wanna write pop songs
Power Ballads and sing-alongs
It's not something I'm familiar with
I write music to kill yourself with

Sign to a major label
And tour through every town
I hate myself but I love you
Will you be my girlfriend now?

...nah, fuck that

You make me wanna hit my bong
Get lit and forget this song
I'll kill myself and still love you
So will you be my girlfriend now?
Why won't you be girlfriend?
You fucking bitch, why won't you be my girlfriend?