Pierce You Are a B

I just wanna ask Pierce maybe grab a pencil
 Take some notes
 Cuz I'm about to drop knowledge
 Pierce I don't need you in my band
 I don't need your heart or your hand
 Oh I don't need you in my life
 All you do is cause me such strife
 I am my own person
 I am my own person
 And Pierce you're a B!
 (yeah you heard me say it)
 (yes sir!)
 Pierce you're a B!
 This a song for Pierce, cause him so old
 His body made of wrinkles and folds
 Stupid and ugly, he smell like a fart
 Then poo-poo in his pants and poo-poo in my heart
 Come Selecta bring him down,
 when him on a stage him dressed like a clown
 The boy are Tom Arnold and we are Roseanne,
 That's why we divorced him
 straight from the band
 (yes!)
 Pierce I just want you to know
 I'm hip to your tricks
 and you're not my bro
 You can lie, just wait and see
 The things you did, they just set me free
 I am my own person
 (you know what means?)
 I am my own person
 (and what are you?)
 And Pierce you're a B!
 (oh buddy)
 Pierce you're a B!
 Pierce!
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 Pierce you're a B!
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 Pierce you're a B!
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 Pierce you're a B!
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 Pierce you're a B!