beaches are for people who like the beach and i do not like the beach lyrics
by american poetry club
[Verse]
I feel gross
And overall just funny
This summer I made some money
Can I use that to feel better?
I made french toast
The eggs they turned out sunny
Mix my sugar with my honey
Do whatever I think I want to
[Chorus]
I feel gross
And I don't want to get better
Wrap myself up in this sweater
Do whatever the f*ck I want to
Do whatever the f*ck I want to