H-O-A-R - Bo Burnham

Well I’m the girl for every high school guy

Yeah, I got everything

A little shirt and a skirt so high

Every month you can spot a cotton tampon string

I’ll drop my books and then I’ll bend

And then I’ll bend a little more

Everybody thinks Ashley’s my best friend

Well that bitch is a whore

With a capital H-O-A-R

Ignorance is bliss

Who needs feminism, with an ass like this?

And a capital H-O-A-R

You guys liking what you see?

'Cause if beauty’s on the inside

You might as well go inside me

Well I’m the guy for that high school girl

Yeah, partyin' is my life

In a few hours I’ll be hittin' the gym

And in a few years I’ll be hittin' my wife

«Ya know, I like to hang loose»

«No way, so does my crotch»

«Well I hope you brought your man juice, 'cause I bought scotch»

With a capital one no hassle card

Stolen from my dad

Dignity’s overrated

Self respect’s a fad

Well I’m like a game of baseball

'Cause there’s something you might catch

Well, and if you put out

I’d say that we’re a perfect

I’d say that we’re a perfect

I guess that we’re a perfect match

A perfect match

A perfect match