Lyrics: Garbage. Badass.

Alright, okay

It's guys like you baby
That gives the a boys a bad name
Keep your hands where I can see them
Get the man out of me

Be my fancy boy
Come to my room
Glaring at my eyes
Turn around that door

Woop woop
Alright, okay

You have a world of your own
Ba ba da da da do
Such a ba ba da da da do
Ba ba da da da do

Be my fancy boy
Come to my room
Glaring at my eyes
Turn around that door

So head on home tonight honey
Just be glad we didn't kill anybody
And I swear i'll never tell anybody
You were always looking at yourself in my mirror

So be there a quarter but get out son (?)

Bop bop duh nuh...

We'll be squealing like animals
When I'm on my knees
I'm desperate, and I hear you're liking me

Be my fancy boy

Come to my room
Glaring at my eyes
Turn around that door

So head on home tonight honey
Just be glad we didn't kill anybody
And I swear i'll never tell anybody
You were always looking at yourself in my mirror

So be there a quarter but get out son (?)

Think you're such a badass
Think you're such a wrap
Think you're such a rebel

*scatting*

Think you're such a badass
Da da da da duh

Be my fancy boy
Come to my room
Glaring at my eyes
Turn around that door

Be my fancy boy
Come to my room
Glaring at my eyes
Turn around that door

I'm pure platinum
Got the disc at home
Na na na na fun ...