New Radio

I'm the little girl at the picnic
Who won't stop pulling her dress up
It doesn't matter who's in control now
It doesn't matter 'cause this is new radio

What the fuck
Is written
All over your pretty face

The gaps in teeth
The dirty nails
Baby boy, you can't kill what's fucking real
Turn that song down
Turn the static up
Come here baby, let me kiss you like a boy does

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's wipe our cum on my parents' bed
Come on