Acne
You say you'd ask me,
You said you'd ask me,
You said you'd ask me
To the senior prom.
Found out I had acne,
Now you won't ask me,
'Cause I have acne,
To the senior prom.
Oooh...
Huh..
Get me a shotgun
Twenty-two rocket...
I got it for my birthday...
I'll kill my parents
'Cause they don't understand,
They don't think of a teenager at all…
Autor(es): Eric von Schmidt
