(Cent trois de merde de jaune je pas) This is what you get from being lesbian You always had a way with drama I will never understand Everyone's a little scared of being found In black lipstick on a foto of your mom In her not so wedding gown How come you always bein' in elevators Out of nowhere, it's just a thing between My head and mean touch me tiger, borderline (Cent trois de merde de jaune je pas)