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(Words and Music by: Z. Walters)
I dont need your assurance
I dont need your calls
I dont need your waking me up
In the middle of the night to bust my balls
Sitting outside my window
With a baseball bat
I dont want your hoopla,
Yeah, I dont want none of that
I dont need your approval
Y know what I mean?
I dont want you probing my friends
Of every little girl Ive seen
Asking me senseless questions
Like am I getting fat?
I dont need your hoopla
Yeah, I dont want none of that
If you were an electronic device
Youd shock every little thing that you touch
Cause youre missing the black cord and Im
Not talking bout your purse, but the one that
Grounds you down to mother earth
Cause now its time