Dye It Red

Kiss my ass, you don't know jack And if you say you understand, you don't You don't You don't You don't Fuck me, only when I'm keen Not according to your beer Your beer Your beer Your beer So let me be what I've wanted to be So let me cut my hair and dye it red if I want to I haven't found myself so comfortable I'm not stopping now Touch me as if you mean it Accept I'm getting tired of being all alone Alone Alone Alone And if it's not from you Guess I'll find it on my own So let me cut my hair and dye it red if I want to I haven't found myself so comfortable I'm not stopping Think I'd be better off alone Now that I've had some time to think I've had to put up with your shit When you're not even that cute And maybe it's time to change my ways But that doesn't include you Let me cut my hair and dye it red if I want to I haven't found myself so comfortable I'm not stopping Think I'd be better off alone Now that I had some time to think I've had to put up with your shit When you're not even that cute That cute That cute That cute