Bratmobile - Gimme Brains Lyrics
I want you to goI want you to know that I hate you soAnd all the *****en boys in the *****en bandsJust shut up and get outta my carNothing you know won't get you far enough the hell away from meOh no!All the girls can see what you really areSo don't mind meNow that little boy genius thinks he's a starYou think you're so cool, breaking every rule--a boy that drools!And they all say that I knew better than thisWell hell, of course I didGimme brains for breakfast babyAnd gimme more for lunchThrow me a bone for dinner yeah yeahA girl could starve on a boy like youWith nothing left to offer so that means that we're throughAnd yeah so that also means that we're not friends, alright?Call call call call callYou don't know me at allSo don't try to talk about how old is Fitz and that you daddy's sickA boy is good for nothing, can't give you thingsI'm sick of nothingAnd all the girls that sing along go