I hope one day you can meet,
my mother, brothers, sisters, grandmothers, grandpas and cousins;
Cuz what they're doing on those Friday nights,
is showing me how to cook and dress.
Cuz baby I want to take you out,
and blow your freakin' mind.
You ain't that polite, nice, American girl,
that your momma raised you to be;
So when you reach that epiphany,
Wait, are you freakin kidding me?
If you have an epiphany every single time you study,
that probably means you're doing something wrong;
But I like it when you're wrong.
And underneath the pounds of makeup,
and your baby blue eyes;
I know there's a lot of pain and hurt,
for such a big brain to spend all night studying Poly Sci.
I pick up my phone and sing,
(ching chong) It means I love you;
(ling long) I really want you;
(ting tong) I don't actually know what that means.
(ching chong) It's never ending;
(ling long) My head is spinning;
(ting tong) Still don't know what that means.