Don't say anything that might make me uncomfortableAnd don't say anything too confrontational.And don't sing about sex.That might me blush.And don't get angry, girl.Hush hush.Well don't think i don't know you.I remember who you are.You were singing sad songsreaching for the bright stars.Then your head got swept away,Forgot you were of this worldgoing for the swagger boys,noting for the rocket girls.Well, don't go dancingmore than two feet in front of you.And don't wear anything unless the cowboys told you toAnd Iwanna be likemy grandpa,head of the household rock scene,keep it quiet and keep it clean.Well don't think i don't know you,I remember who you areYou were singing sad songs,reaching for the bright starsThen your head got swept awayForgot you were of this worldgoing for the swagger boys,noting for the rocket girls.Well this is rock and roll for the white-belted white boys,singing their love songs for lack of anything better to cry about.And don't step on my privilege.And don't tell me I'm sexist or racistcuz I'm sensitive.I'm sensitiveSo sensitiveWell, this is rock and roll for the white-belted white boyssinging their love songs for lack of anything better to cry about.This is rock and roll for the white-belted white boyssinging their love songs for lack of anything better to cry about.Better to cry about.Nothing better to cry about.
Lyrics by Kristin Allen-Zito