In President's IPod

These simple chords are as simple as your thoughts
That look on your face always makes me sick, babe

It's time to fix her
I can be a [bad word]  sir 
See how you like this
I'm the nicest guy, miss

Come around, my friend
And bring your knife, yeah!
We'll decapitate a liar, a liar.

When you think about me
do you feel me near?

This is [bad word] ugly, 
But we can show them anyway.

When you think about me
do you feel me near?