(words and music by: Z. Walters)nnI don’t need your assurancenI don’t need your callsnI don’t need your waking me upnIn the middle of the night to bust my ballsnSitting outside my window nWith a baseball batnI don’t want your hoopla,nYeah, I don’t want none of thatnnI don’t need your approvalnY’ know what I mean?nI don’t want you probing my friendsnOf every little girl I’ve seennAsking me senseless questionsnLike “am I getting fat?”nI don’t need your hooplanYeah, I don’t want none of thatnnIf you were an electronic devicenYou’d shock every little thing that you touchnCause you’re missing the black cord and I’mnNot talking bout your purse, but the one that nGrounds you down to mother earthnCause now it’s timennI don’t need your affectionnThink I’m swinging low?nCondescending every place I gonMaxi pads on my carnHey what’s up with that?nI don’t want your hoopla nYeah, don’t want none of thatn