I feel shitty
Oh so shitty
I feel shitty and crappy and down!
And I pity
Anyone in my way tonight
 
I feel smarmy 
Oh, so smarmy 
It's alarming how smarmy I feel! 
And so shitty 
That I hardly can believe I'm real. 

See the little bitch in that mirror there: 
Who can that fucked up girl be? 
Such a smirking face, 
Such a slutty dress, 
Such a taunting smile, 
Such a bitchy me! 

I feel like fighting 
And like biting 
Feel like running over someone with joy, 
For I really hate 
That idiot, dumbass  boy!

Have you met my good friend Anna there? 
The beastiest girl on the block? 
You'll know her the minute you see her, 
She's the one who'll put you in an advanced state of shock.


She knows she's in hate. 
She'll send you to Spain. 
She's got a huge grudge, 
She's truly insane. 

It isn't the heat 
Or some rare disease, 
He's gonna get beat 
Right down to his knees. 

Keep away from her, 
Send for the Cops 
This is really the 
Anna we know! 

Out there and dirty 
Blatant and well defined, 
Self made and mature 
And out of her mind! 

I feel shitty
Oh so shitty
He'll regret that he gave me his key
A committee
Should be organized to follow me

He'll be dizzy
He'll be stunned
He'll be fizzing because he's on fire, 
He'll feel shitty
Just like the way he's made me

See his remains in the dumpster there: 

What dumpster where? 

Whose can that body be? 

Which? What? Where? Whom? 

Such a shitty face, 
Such shitty dress, 
Such a shitty smile, 
Such a shitty he! 

Such a pretty he! 

I feel shitty
Oh so shitty
I feel shitty and crappy and down!
And I pity
Anyone in my way tonight