Fake I.D.

Tell me what more could she want to be

A super hot friend with a fake I.D

She takes off her clothes and hands them to me

And what she did next I could not believe

Don't be fooled

The first two hours ruled

But then she seduced

Herself out of her room

Singing, "What do you think about Kanye West?"

"I think that he's great, I think he's the best"

"Yeah, I think he's better than John Steinbeck

I think he's better than Phil Hartman"

"Don't you agree?"

"Can't you see you're just like me"

But, man, you've got taste

The rest of us can only dream of, baby

Tell me what more could you want to see

Try to calm down or leave it to me

Freight elevator, now we're really rocking

Breaking my heart, going window shopping

Don't be shy

Cause my friend Brad did die

And I feel sad

I miss him, he was rad