She's got the biggest tits
He's got the longest dick
And I get to read about it every week

You hear the sucking sound?
It's culture going down
Seaward with the C-word
Submerged in shit with dreams to drown

Baby don't you wanna throw it up now?
Just aim for the bowl and I'll hold back your gown

This is my favorite ad I got on pay-per-view
The vacant bitch in the convertible reminds me of you
I'll watch my fucking mouth the day it gets a date
With Ashlee Simpson or the girls in ads from Tresemme

Is it the taste of vomit or the cocaine?
All the flashing lights or trashy magazines?
One thousand sunken eyes?
The way she shows her thighs?
The million fucking dollars, the jet skis or the guys?

How bout those fucking aspirations?
Aiming for the vacuous end
I wanna need that respiration
I wanna get some press for it

Press it on, press it down
It's already up in my face now
I wanna see my name in lights
And throw up in my purse and die

Lyrics submitted by punkpirate

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