Gave birth to a fork, a string, and seven puppies You wanted to believe I'm the one without the money I'm out of fashion and I'm running off the deep end You ain't never met a boy like me I'm out of fashion and I'm running off the deep end You ain't never met a boy like me We are A painting with a fake moustache We got The energy to make it last We are Getting ass-fucked for the fucking cash We got No heart, substance We're just a shell of fashion Fashion Fashion Fashion Fashion We are A painting with a fake moustache We got The energy to make it last We are Getting ass-fucked for the fucking cash We got No heart, substance We're just a shell of fashion Fashion Fashion Fashion Fashion Party's over, get the fuck out of my house I know I need this, I know I need this Party's over, get the fuck out of my house I know I need this, I know I need this