Get A Job With Your Face

Oh well my,
Aren't you pretty?
With your eyes and smiles.

Oh gee oh gosh oh my

I bet all the boys back home,
Just couldn't take their eyes off you,
And you got to think of their fantasies.

And your hands came up wet with your teenage dreams.

But nothings always as it seems
And the boys in college, 
just fell over backwards for you,

and you broke some hearts,
but it wasn't ever your fault, honest.

But darling, I've got the internet.
And you can't seem to hold up your end
of why you think this or that,

So pack up your tits and twat,
we're done here.

You're done here.