Britney, I can feel your sadness.
The world is filled with madness,
And everybody takes it out on you

And there's nothing you can do but
Girl I want you to know
That I'm not one of those

Because I don't care what they all say,
I'd still have sex with you any day... any day.


Britney, nobody really knows you.
Yet they all think they can judge you.
Although I'm not a fan of your music,

The way they treat you girl it makes me sick and,
Just know that I can hear your cries
And I'd still love to get between those thighs,

Because I don't care what they all say,
I'd still have sex with you any day... any day.


And if you want to marry meeeeee,
As long as I don't have to sign a pre-nup
I agreeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

(So that if, God forbid, we ever get a divorce,
I'd be legally entitled to half of your estate.)
Because I don't care what they all say,

No I don't care what they all say,
I'd still tap that $$#... any day.