not dress up so you can make a scene
And say I should have combed my hair
and worn some nicer jeans
You've got spaghetti on your chin
when it comes because I'm not so dim
My mind's made up that I try
hard to fit in with your friends
But they're clean as pants
They drive me round the bend
Just let me hold this job
An d prove you need a slog
I'm gonna tell that one bad joke
Be like a pimple on your face
In another life's perfected place
You're perfect, you don't matter
This is nothing to achieve
So I'm glad to show you that you can
I go out of my way to ir ritate
I pull the chair out from under you
I'll tell you stupid lies
But I'm the best you'll get
Although you don't know it yet
My mind's made up, my mood is down
I'll leave you on the shelf
I'll give you someone good to blame
You don't wanna blame yourself
Cause I'm happy, I'm a mosquito
Irritate you while I eat you
I'm gonna tell that one bad joke
Be like a pimple on your face
In an otherwise perfected place
You're perfect, you don't matter
There's nothing to achieve
I'm sure that you can be pleased
So I'm glad, I'm sure that you can thank me
