Bozo bozo bozo (carolesdaughter Version)

[Intro: underscores & carolesdaughter]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You're an idiot) (That's somebody's daughter)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mm-mm-mm-mm, you're an idiot)
(It's the new wave of the future!)
Mm, mm-mm, mm, na-na-na, mm-mm you're an idiot
(Can I stop the recording?) (Celebrity?)
(Strictly business)
(Am I extreme?)

[Verse 1: carolesdaughter]
Bozo, bozo, bozo, you're an idiot
Bimbo take your benzo keep on spilling it
Why you so sad? what that pretty mouth do?
Tell me bout your many years of inexperience
Bozo, bozo, bozo, you're a catfish
Been switching up your story how adaptive
Why you so sad? Think we talk about you
Got you snitching on yourself that's not attractive

[Bridge: carolesdaughter & underscores]
Snuck inside the party, didn't make the cut
Wanna know my secrets i won't give them up
Dance around the subject 'til my legs hurt
And dance around the subject 'til my legs hurt

[Verse 2: underscores, carolesdaughter & both ]
Bozo, bozo, bozo, you're an idiot
Could you just indulge me for a little bit?
Why you so sad? Nothing's gonna change
Oversharing to the friends I made by lying on the internet, yuh
Bozo, bozo, bozo, you're so careless
You kno- you know how I get when I get jealous (jealous)
Why you so sad? Back in San Diego
I-I-I told them everything, I've never been so reckless, no

[Chorus: underscores & carolesdaughter]
Welcome to the party, thank you very much
Look at what you started, I won't open up
Dance around the subject 'til my legs hurt
I'll dance around the subject 'til my legs hurt
Welcome to the party, thank you very much
If you wanna get me talking I haven't had enough
Dance around the subject 'til my legs hurt
And dance around the subject 'til my legs hurt

[Bridge: underscores & carolesdaughter]
(ah ah ah ah ah uh uh uh uh, till my legs hurt)
(ah ah ah ah ah uh uh uh uh, till my legs hurt)
I would give you all the things that I should keep to myself (ah ah ah ah ah uh uh uh uh, till my legs hurt)

[Verse 3: underscores, carolesdaughter, & both]
Bozo, bozo, bozo, you're an idiot
Snap your fingers, flick your wrist and I'll get intimate
Why you so sad? Cards all on the table
Caught me off the scale, dug up some trauma, I'm not feeling it
Bozo, bozo, bozo, want it all back (all back)
Must have blocked it out, I don't recall that
Why you so sad? Make them play the scapegoat
I told you everything, I hope nobody saw that