Princess

She's a squeaky clean pop ballad,
Im dirty punk rock,
She's so prim and proper
Kinda makes me wanna hurl,
Pink lipgloss and a text book,
What a sweet and wholesome girl.

But I know what you want,
She don't know what you need,
I'd like to rough you up,
Bring you to your knees.

I'm like a dirty t-shirt, layin on the floor
While shes a nice white dress, hangin on your door
You think you want a princess, and I don't mean to mock
But in the end, you'll find my friend,
Who sends your body into shock