Momma you may be three years older but you hot (gimme that) You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that) I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac, You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme) Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp,

She's got whatever it is It blows me away She's everything I wanted to say to a woman But couldn't find the words to say I don't know what to do Because every time I try and tell her how I feel You got whatever it is It comes out "I love you" She's got

Blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe Someone's got it in for me They're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick But when they will I can only

What can you show me That my heart don't know already And you're qualified to me Only losers go to school That my heart don't know where it is And you're qualified We make our own sins You're qualified to me We did it unknown

And I, want to be, anarchy 'Cause I, I want to be, anarchy Oh I am an anti-Christ And I am an anarchist Don't know what I want But I know how to get it I want to destroy your passion boy In this fuckin' city

I always want you when I'm coming down Pick up your phone I'm all alone The party's finished and I want you to know I'm feelin' everything before I got up I got something to tell you but don't know how I'ma say it I guess that I could only say one thing

This is my heartbeat song and I'm gonna play it Oh up up all night long Been so long I forgot how to turn it up up up up all night But I know you can take it up up up up all night You, where the hell did you come from? You were a different, different

Wasted on each other We can try to stop this bruising, we can be like novacaine There's a high we keep on choosing, we don't wanna change it Everybody calls us foolish, they don't know how foolish tastes Every time we try to fight it, we just end up

I don't know how it happened And your latest trick It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you All the late night bargains have been struck Between the satin beaus and their belles And prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to

When all your loves have ended When all your friends have flown Who'll be around to want you When all your loves have gone Only a fool would do it After the way you've done But how many fools would have you I know one This fool keeps wonderin' why