When I look at you, I'm feeling sick
Just horny wankers would give you the lick
You're feeling nice with your big, fake tits
But the world's going down when you pose to the blitz
You faked your hair to a Swedish blonde
Like you were waiting to be miss number one
Looking at yourself as a lovely duke
Instead for kiss you, I would much rather puke
You're disgu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-sting
You're disgu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-sting
You're disgu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-sting
You're disgu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-sting
You're disgu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-sting
You're disgu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-sting
When I look at you, I wish I was blind
Uglier girl than you would be hard to find
I cannot stand your attitude
Popping all your pills and eating diet food
When I go to the party, then I see you
Can't see your dancing, can't see your boo
The light's going on, now I see your face
Oh, fuck my life, I have to erase
You're disgu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-sting
You're disgu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-sting