I need regret, grief, angst
I need less skin
I need... truth
Action!

Say hello to a pen and a pad
You're gonna have to write to be respected
And not about mistakes, or your mom, or your man
And I don't wanna hear that you're rejected
You know there's another way
You have to lose those slutty dances
But who am I to say
You're a role model too
Girl you need some clothing...

CHORUS
"What's so wrong with how I live my life?"
(Maybe you should be more humble)
"How am I supposed to know what's right?"
(Maybe you should read your Bible)
You've got pre-school sex appeal
But your pop career will end in rejection

I tell them you're a whore, you're a slut, and you're a skank
But everytime I do, you sell more records
Your soul has been sold , and I believe
That you're poisoning the world , I realize
You'll never be rejected
You won't pick up a guitar
'Cause that would mean you can't hump dancers
But who am I to say
You're responsible too
Girl you need some guidance...

CHORUS - repeat

I need grief, angst
I need truth

I don't need nobody telling me that I'm not pretty
Or I'm fat fat fat, I'm gonna follow my own destiny
You're a ho, ho...
Your music sounds like nothing but a pile of... doo-doo
I'm so fed up with Britney telling me to be someone else but me

CHORUS - repeat

I don't need nobody telling me that I'm not pretty
Or I'm fat fat fat, I'm gonna follow my own destiny
You're a ho, ho...
Your music sounds like nothing but a pile of... doo-doo
I'm so fed up with Britney telling me to be someone else but me

CHORUS - repeat