Lyrics: Rachel Rosa Colonna/Peter Cho
Music: Rachel Rosa Colonna/Peter Cho
I put an egg in the washing machine
I wanted it to be clean
Before I threw it at your face
I woke up on the bathroom floor
The night left wanting more
Food out my body without a trace
Get up and rally
In the alley
I got something you might like
Up and rally
In the alley
I got something you might like
Tongue too hot
Like you drink Grey Poupon
I don’t even care
If you’ve got a ****ing dress on
I hate you
But I’ll ****
Tomorrow’s not my issue
I love you
Or I want to
Pretend like I still need you
Spread me on some sour dough bread
Hold the mayo do mustard instead
Wrap me in some paper to eat
Wash me down with unsweet ice tea
As I get older I turn a cold shoulder
To all of my big responsibilities
I sneak out of my own house
Short skirt when it’s cold out
I might even use my old fake ID
Get up and rally
In the alley
I got something you might like
Up and rally
In the alley
I got something you might like
Tongue too hot
Like you drink Grey Poupon
I don’t even care
If you’ve got a ****ing dress on
I hate you
But I’ll ****
Tomorrow’s not my issue
I love you
Or I want to
Pretend like I still need you
Spread me on some sour dough bread
Hold the mayo do mustard instead
Wrap me in some paper to eat
Wash me down with unsweet ice tea