They don't play the song on the radio
They don't show the t*** on the video
They don't know that we are the media
They don't know that we start the mania
Your Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you
Your a** is off its seat and I'm shaking you
Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah -
Showing off my map of Tasmania
Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all
That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble
Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old
Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all
That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble
Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old
I say grow that s*** like a jungle
Give 'em something strong to hold onto
Let it fly in the open wind
If it get too bushy, you can trim
They don't play the song on the radio
They don't show the t*** on the video
They don't know that we are the media
They don't know that we start the mania
You Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you
Your a** is off its seat and I'm shaking you
Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah -
Showing off my map of Tasmania
They don't show the t*** on the video
They don't know that we are the media
They don't know that we start the mania
Your Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you
Your a** is off its seat and I'm shaking you
Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah -
Showing off my map of Tasmania
Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all
That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble
Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old
Soft and sweet and shaped like a triangle
Some girls want no shape and they shave it all
That's so whack, it hurts with the stubble
Walking 'round and look like an eight-year-old
I say grow that s*** like a jungle
Give 'em something strong to hold onto
Let it fly in the open wind
If it get too bushy, you can trim
They don't play the song on the radio
They don't show the t*** on the video
They don't know that we are the media
They don't know that we start the mania
You Eyes don't want to see what I'm making you
Your a** is off its seat and I'm shaking you
Walking down the street I'm the lady - ah -
Showing off my map of Tasmania