My heart is like a broken sock
Holes poking through, I can't walk
Your heart is like a smelly shoe
Except that it hates to screw
I'm not emo, this is true
But I'll sing abou loving you
I'm on number 64
Still wanting more like a wound up whore

I'm Mike's ego, hear me roar
I don't have the strength to reach the door
I'm as big as a grain of salt
Don't report my sex assault

J: Hey, wanna go out with me?
M: Ew! NO!
J: Why not?
M: You're in the High Sox!

I'm in the High Sox, you stupid bitch
Suck me feet, smell my pits
Say no again and I'll kick ya tits
I hate all yo white ho's
You don't even know how to blow
Let me put this in your nose
I ain't emo, I'm a jock
Let those steroids give me a shock
Makes my arm as hard as rock
Speaking of hard, check this out
I can really make you shout
In your room, we go boom
My volcano will erupt
Your motha better not interrupt
In my pleasure she disrupts
I like them very dark
I wanna fill up Noah's ark
Then I will leave my mark

Emo children know how to cry
Put your hair off to one side
Girl jeans aren't attractive
So don't waste $100 SAL RUBINO

Julian, this applies to you
Walk like wheelchair Anna too
This is the end of our song
Now we're off to smoke a bong


Lyrics submitted by Contristo

Emo Ballad song meanings
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