Peaches - Fan Etiquette lyrics
[Peaches - Fan Etiquette lyrics]
Just give me what we deserve
Why so late when you get the nerve
There's no love here without the hurt
Wanna get back but the styles are wack
'Cause you heard me talking shit
Wanna head back now help me split
But that's dumb fool, not cool
Better off playing pocket pool
'Cause this is real life, not a show
Doing everything for the minimum dough
Gotta new fan etiquette that gots to go
Lover feel liberated, share the snow
Fans gotta get with it
You're gonna find out quick
If you don't got fan etiquette
Then you ain't gonna get shit
Don't grab my tit's you in the gold dress
Just 'cause you is a gay guy
Don't mean you can molest
You smelled of the glove
Now you want the love
But, I just want to chill not push and shove
Be rivalry at least
'Cause you ain't getting shit
You know I only love the
Fans who got the etiquette
Fans gotta get with it
You're gonna find out quick
If you don't got fan etiquette
Then you ain't gonna get shit
I just rocked you for hours
Can't come clean when your in my shower
Fucking, sucking, having a feast
Screaming out that your my nasty beast
My show unleashed your beast
But please, give me some peace
I was pawed at, clawed at
Check out these scars from being awed at
You ask for drugs and I need a rest
Got a lit cigarette thrown at my breast
That's my purse that you tried to nab
You're the worst fan that I've ever had
Now you grab at my clit
Somebody better teach you etiquette
Quick, quick! Quick, quick!
What you mean you don't got shit for me?
What you mean you don't got no weed?
Huh, you can't come in this door
Wanna come back stage, better bring the blow
Lover feel liberate, share the snow
Wanna come back stage, better bring the blow
Fans gotta get with it
You're gonna find out quick
If you don't got fan etiquette
Then you ain't gonna get shit
Why so late when you get the nerve
There's no love here without the hurt
Wanna get back but the styles are wack
'Cause you heard me talking shit
Wanna head back now help me split
But that's dumb fool, not cool
Better off playing pocket pool
'Cause this is real life, not a show
Doing everything for the minimum dough
Gotta new fan etiquette that gots to go
Lover feel liberated, share the snow
Fans gotta get with it
You're gonna find out quick
If you don't got fan etiquette
Then you ain't gonna get shit
Don't grab my tit's you in the gold dress
Just 'cause you is a gay guy
Don't mean you can molest
You smelled of the glove
Now you want the love
But, I just want to chill not push and shove
Be rivalry at least
'Cause you ain't getting shit
You know I only love the
Fans who got the etiquette
Fans gotta get with it
You're gonna find out quick
If you don't got fan etiquette
Then you ain't gonna get shit
I just rocked you for hours
Can't come clean when your in my shower
Fucking, sucking, having a feast
Screaming out that your my nasty beast
My show unleashed your beast
But please, give me some peace
I was pawed at, clawed at
Check out these scars from being awed at
You ask for drugs and I need a rest
Got a lit cigarette thrown at my breast
That's my purse that you tried to nab
You're the worst fan that I've ever had
Now you grab at my clit
Somebody better teach you etiquette
Quick, quick! Quick, quick!
What you mean you don't got shit for me?
What you mean you don't got no weed?
Huh, you can't come in this door
Wanna come back stage, better bring the blow
Lover feel liberate, share the snow
Wanna come back stage, better bring the blow
Fans gotta get with it
You're gonna find out quick
If you don't got fan etiquette
Then you ain't gonna get shit