I should just, like, list all the shit things people have said to me
Yeah that's good, right?
All right, let's go
Oh, I want attention
Yeah, I just want attention
I just want attention
Yeah, yeah
I just want attention
"What a slutty little shade of lipstick"
"Your profanities are too prolific, fuck
But your chest really is terrific"
Right
"And where d'ya think you're playing, Madison Square Garden?"
"How many adult movies have you starred in?"
"Why you dancing around in your bra, then?"
"You're real messed up, not sick enough
You're so pretty, how could you be hurt?"
(Disrespect me harder daddy, oh yeah)
"Who's girl are ya? You're a liar
You should try out for Miss Universe
Maybe shrink your waist first"
Yo, I want attention
I'm sick of being perfect imperfection
Oops, am I fetishising your objection?
Yeah? Good, 'cause I just want attention
I just want attention
I want attention
"D'ya want me to park it up for ya, princess?"
"Hold still I wanna see what your skin says"
"You're a little bit much, have you tried being less?"
Ugh
What, now my shoulders are a big distraction?
To the big boys in the classroom?
And the teachers checking out my... Hmm?
"You're real messed up, not sick enough
You're so pretty, how could you be hurt?"
(Objectify me harder daddy, oh yeah)
"Who's girl are ya? You're a liar
You should try out for Miss Universe
Maybe shrink your waist first"
Yo, I want attention
I'm sick of being perfect imperfection
Oops, am I fetishising your objection?
Yeah? Good, 'cause I just want attention
I just want attention
I want attention
I want attention