They hate me because they know their mommies too well
They call me a bitch after her shock-rider shell
Don't you know all models end up in hell
With their fake-tan, bikini-waxed guitars

They listen to hot-tub conversations replay
Mommy can I make you ill?
If you sit really still, all the bees and the booze will
Clog up your snooze-tank day

She had a baby in the pool and it looked like you
Like you with your button eyes

She had a baby in the pool and it looked like you
Soft and wet and blue like you