I want to rearrange you I want some gratitude I want to rearrange you Do you think I should?
Don't cry, it hurts me to hurt you
I've got a gun and I've got a problem Sensitivity sucks so hard You make me sweat and it makes me smell bad No one ever thought I'd go far
I want to rearrange you I want some gratitude I want to rearrange you Do you think I should?
Don't cry, it hurts me to hurt you
And as a youth you were prone to acne And everybody was taller than you The odd occasion on which you're happy Is when you're doing things you shouldn't do
I want to rearrange you I want some gratitude I want to rearrange you Do you think I should?
Don't cry, it hurts me to hurt you Don't cry, it hurts me to hurt you
