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you've got that big ol' septum piercing
manic panic hair dye dripping down your face
them shiny new doc martin boots
i bet you never admit that your mom bought them for you

you're my riff raff street cake
i love the way you fake it

you haven't showered since 1998
and you listen to that hipster shoe gaze music that i fucking hate
but baby don't you make no mistake
you're my little riff raff street cake

you're my riff raff street cake
i love the way you fake it

why don't you come over to my house tonight
we can drink and fuck and get in a fight
you'll hit me up for 20 bucks to get you through
and i'll feel guilty about my life and give it to you

let's make out in the dirty alley behind our favorite dive bar
do it up against that filthy wall 'cause babe we ain't got no car
it don't get much better than what we've got
it don't get much better than what we're not

you're my riff raff street cake
i love the way you fake it