Sex and death
I've got both perfected
The way you dress

It's what I, I invented

I've got what you want

You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me
I find it very rude

Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue
Cos you've got nothing on me boy


Ah ah ah-ah etc


I'll change it up just to throw you off
Before we met you still believed in god
How the $#&@ do you get by

Without your own, without your own mind

I've got what you want

You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me
I find it very rude

Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue
Cos you've got nothing on me boy


Ah ah ah-ah etc


The way you dress
It's what I, I invented


I've got what you want
You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me

I find it very rude
Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue

Cos you've got nothing on me boy

Ah ah ah-ah etc