Don't touch me, I came to listen to D-Beat and to drink iced tea I look pretty, in a way that doesn't make me feel like me Hey there babe we can dance together and go back to my place Not to get laid, I wanna show you all my records and cassette tapes Base And guitar In your mom's 3 car garage 40 oz and zenes Kicking cans up and down the street Holes in her jeans But we don't care about what they think 40 oz and zenes Kicking cans up and down the street Don't touch me We're shooting fireworks through windows that look empty My mom's mad at me I haven't made it back home in three weeks Slept on the couch round the corner from this spooky haunted house Now it's time to go out And see the band that came from way out of town Base And guitar In your mom's three car garage Cigarettes and zenes Kicking cans up and down the street Holes in her jeans But we don't care about what they think 40 oz and zenes Kicking cans up and down the street Don't touch me, I came to listen to D-Beat and to drink iced tea I look pretty, in a way that doesn't make me feel like me It doesn't make me feel like me Doesn't make me feel like me