You go right through me   I go right through but I'm about to   Go on reminding you   I am about to see you through it      Your mouth, not mind is open wide   You don't have a clue   I, I am a reminder   He's got a voice so talk to yourself      So lift the bad weight off your mullet   And let the thoughts fall off your tongue   'Cause I'm callin', callin', callin'   I've never written to anyone      So this is about ugly lovers   And this is about pretty songs   'Cause I'm a bastard, bastard, bastard   In my lipstick I'm so much fun      Connect your wood feet to a motor   And the chrome dance trophy is won   A little classy plastic lumber   I'm embarrassed but I ain't that stunned      Looks like the humans' days are numbered   That's a sitcom that was number one   'Cause we're a past tense late rate mowers   They must've thoroughly failed to convince us   Not to mess this place up