You are seventeen summers old with no idea what you're listening to
But it matters not coz it seems like sticky goo from an animal
And it speaks to you

Even the polar Bears
Standing on a sweet cannot find the beat

You can do it all with a body so light such anguish so tortured and contrite
When your one and only love has run away as if she had a choice
With an new car to chase

Polar Bears standing on a sweet
Cannot move their feet on their icky sticky sweet