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My co-worker wrote me my own asshole song.
She’s just a regular Britt, with a tech startup job.
She’s your average white Philadelphian slob.
She likes blogging, and tweeting, and a bike she can ride.
She’s got an average house with a pitbull inside.
Her boyfriend, her dog, her friends and her truck,
Her feet on her desk, and not giving a fuck.
But sometimes that just ain’t enough to keep a girl like her interested!
Oh no - No way - Nuh uh
No, she’s gotta go and have fun at other people’s expense!
Oh yeah, yeah yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
She rides really slow in the bicycle lane!
While hipsters behind her are going insane!
She’s an asshole! (What an asshole, such an asshole)
She’s an asshole! (Such an asshole, what an asshole)
She types LOL, but she won’t laugh out loud!
She makes hipster jokes, she’s not “part of the crowd”
She’s an asshole! (What an asshole, such an asshole)
She’s an asshole! (She’s the world’s biggest asshole)
Sometimes she wears Danish chairs on her feet
Then she shuffles around saying “Hey, aren’t they neat!”
She’s an asshole! (What an asshole, such an asshole)
She’s an asshole! (Such an asshole, what an asshole)
Maybe I shouldn’t be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe she’s right when we all say she’s wrong…
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe she’s right when we all say she’s wrong…
NAAAAH!
She’s an asshole! (What an asshole, such an asshole)
She’s an asshole! (She’s the world’s biggest asshole)