[HOOK] I heard ya man is a bitch. (Call him Britney.) OH really?? Matchsticks? Hell yes. I’ve got plenty. That’s a Matchbox… Fuckin’ Twenty. Oh really? OH really? I’m kissing on ya girl, We’re making out to Matchbox Twenty. We're too cool to be alone But, not too crazy to get busted Heyyy Britneyyyy. Really? I said really, really. My girl is an angel, I am her alien. I’m always on her mind That’s my sweetie, that’s my knife twin, that’s my knife twin, I told her “run it,” she said “easily,” [REFRAIN] Your man’s a rerun, mine’s premiere. My angels drink Red Bull—wings appear. Oh really?? OH really?? Matchsticks? Hell yes. I’ve got twenty. I’ve got fuckin’ plenty. I’m kissing on ya girl, We’re making out to Matchbox Twenty. She knows the party makes me nervous In this stage we can't get hurt Tell your man I said— Hey Britney. Hey Britney. Hey Britney. Oh really? Bitch, obviously. ⸻ [REPRISE / CHAOTIC ECHO] I heard ya man is a bitch. (Call him Britney.) OH really?? Matchsticks? Hell yes. I’ve got plenty. That’s a Matchbox… Fuckin’ Twenty. Oh really? OH really? I’m kissing on ya girl, We’re making out to Matchbox Twenty. We're too cool to be alone But, not too crazy to get busted But you don’t worry, you don’t worry / ‘Cause you’ve got soul But you don’t worry, you don’t worry / ‘Cause you’ve got soul
