Sometimes I can be perfectly sweet. Got the sugary me all stuffed up in my sleeve. And I'll talk of. Ponies and rainbows and things. And I'm just who. You want me to be. Like most creatures down here on the ground. I'm composed of the elements moving around. But I grow and change. And I shift and I switch. And it turns out. I'm actually kind of a bitch. But that only happens. When I get provoked. By some piece of shit. Asshole we all sadly know. And I sit and I write. While reminding you all. That mean songs. Are still better than going postal. That guy's an asshole. And that girl's a bitch. Baby it's natural. No getting away from it. So sing it out with me. And then let it go. Fuck that guy he's just an asshole. And so I surprised you. With some of my words. And I know that surprises while fine still can hurt. Whatever.. I hate to think. I have ruined the day. You're the dick and the queen of the high horse parade. But I'm sick and tired. Of your poisonous ways. You're a toxin wasting. Perfectly good space. And I say what I think. 'cause it's more economic. Than drugs or a drink. That guy's an asshole. And that girl's a bitch. Baby it's natural. No getting away from it. So sing it out with me. And then let it go. Fuck that guy he's just an asshole. And I won't let him in. Under my skin. He's a sad sack of shit. It's pathetic. Just a festering sore. That will never be more than that. If I don't let him. That guy's an asshole and that girl's a bitch. Baby it's natural no getting away from it. So sing it out with me and then let it go. Fuck that guy he's just an asshole