As long as you live under my roof
You'll be playing by my rules
And you're out of your mind if you think
That you're wearing that to school
We're trash
Oh yeah, we're trash
Hell yeah, we're trash
We're trash
Trash candy
Huh!
I was talking to this guy, he was all talking some shit
'Bout Robitussin, I was like, "What the fuck?"
Let's go to the dump
We're trash
Oh yeah, we're trash
Hell yeah, we're trash
We're trash
Come on, come on, come on
Trash candy
(Let's take a picture of me today)
Why?
(You didn't give me my pickle, my pickle)
Did you go to that big thing?
You are the gayest
(As queen of the gang)
(You should see the, the jockstrap that he got me)
(What)
Well, if you put on gay leather pants
And a guy likes you and things are nice
(I'm not exactly sure the guy who likes me is a hundred percent homosexual)
And then Lauren has male genitals
(What? I got rid of 'em, come on)
Ha ha ha, I don't know what sex is supposed to sound like
As long as you live under my roof
You'll be playing by my rules
Oh
Oh
Oh yeah
We're trash