Star Pupil - Beauty Queen Lyrics

Your head is talking
What does it say
What does it say
When you're away
This fruit is bitter
From what I can taste
What I can taste
Now I pray
My touch is rotten
But are you okay
Are you okay
I hope you're okay
I have forgotten Anna's birthday
Anna's birthday
Honest mistake

I hate mathematics, it makes me green
I'd rather be a beauty queen
I hate mathematics, it is obscene
I'd rather be on your TV oh yeah
I'd rather be on your TV

This toast is boring
Where's my spread
Where's my spread
Where's my head
My uncle's snoring
Is he dead
Could he be dead
I think he's dead
This line is crooked
From what I can tell
What I can tell
It might be hell
Alone and lonely is nothing to sell
But here I dwell
Here I dwell

I hate mathematics, it makes me green
I wanna be a beauty queen
I hate mathematics, it is obscene
I'd rather be on your TV oh yeah
I'd rather be on your TV

This is how the song goes
F*ck yea, this is how the song goes
F*ck yea, this is how the song goes
F*ck yea, this is how the song goes

I hate mathematics, it makes me green
I wanna be a beauty queen
I hate mathematics, it is obscene
I'd rather be on your TV oh yeah
I'd rather be on your TV oh yeah
I'd rather be on your TV oh yeah
I'd rather be on your TV