God, I have to know Is it really true? I refuse to believe in The stuff they write about you
You always look real depressive But thatВґs what makes you cute Say it ainВґt so, say it ainВґt so Have you become a fruit?
Vaseline bizniz, improves your record sales Vaseline bizniz, you know it never fails Vaseline bizniz, will make you interesting When youВґre too pissed to dance and too high to sing
My teenage dream is fucked Although you donВґt know While I plan for our marriage You find some handsome guy to blow
Then you speak about it frankly In an in-depth interview And I slip into denial ВґCos I know it isnВґt true
Vaseline bizniz, improves your record sales Vaseline bizniz, you it never fails Vaseline bizniz, will make you interesting When youВґre too pissed to dance and youВґre too stoned to sing
Yeah, I had a bad time My heart was torn in two Burned all my posters Thought i never make it through
But I worship another boy-group now Everybody else sucks! I even got their autographs Take that, you backstreet cocks!