Don't touch me, I came to listen to D-Beat and to drink iced tea
I look pretty, in a way that doesn't make me feel like me
Hey there babe we can dance together and go back to my place
Not to get laid, I wanna show you all my records and cassette tapes
Base
And guitar
In your mom's 3 car garage
40 oz and zenes
Kicking cans up and down the street
Holes in her jeans
But we don't care about what they think
40 oz and zenes
Kicking cans up and down the street
Don't touch me
We're shooting fireworks through windows that look empty
My mom's mad at me
I haven't made it back home in three weeks
Slept on the couch round the corner from this spooky haunted house
Now it's time to go out
And see the band that came from way out of town
Base
And guitar
In your mom's three car garage
Cigarettes and zenes
Kicking cans up and down the street
Holes in her jeans
But we don't care about what they think
40 oz and zenes
Kicking cans up and down the street
Don't touch me, I came to listen to D-Beat and to drink iced tea
I look pretty, in a way that doesn't make me feel like me
It doesn't make me feel like me
Doesn't make me feel like me
