In President's IPod — Dance Party. Dance! Dance

These simple chords are as simple as your thoughts That look on your face always makes me sick, babe

It's time to fix her I can be a dick, sir See how you like this I'm the nicest guy, miss

Come around, my friend And bring your knife, yeah! We'll decapitate a liar, a liar.

When you think about me do you feel me near?

This is fucking ugly, But we can show them anyway.

When you think about me do you feel me near?