Hoopla

I don’t need your assurance

I don’t need your calls

I don’t need your waking me up

In the middle of the night to bust my balls

Sitting outside my window

With a baseball bat

I don’t want your hoopla,

Yeah, i don’t want none of that

I don’t need your approval

Y’ know what i mean?

I don’t want you probing my friends

Of every little girl i’ve seen

Asking me senseless questions

Like “am i getting fat?”

I don’t need your hoopla

Yeah, i don’t want none of that

If you were an electronic device

You’d shock every little thing that you touch

Cause you’re missing the black cord and i’m

Not talking bout your purse, but the one that

Grounds you down to mother earth

Cause now it’s time