Oh she gets bigger.
She's bigger than you.
Does she got a baby?
The lengths that tabloids go to.
The fatness in her thighs.
Oh no, I've said too much,
She set it up.

That's her on the corner.
Shoot, she's in the spotlight.
Britney ain't no virgin.
We've seen her on reviews,
And I do think that she has done it.
Oh no, she shrieks too much.
She doesn't sing enough.

All of the gothics laughing,
All of the N'sync fans scream.
I think I thought I saw her cry.

Every whisper,
Of every talking hour.
I'm choosing my decisions.
Trying to keep my eyes on her.
Like a "Hurt" lost "Blind", "Dead Cell".
Oh no, I've said too much.
She set it up.

Consider this, consider this.
The blimp of yhe century.
Consider this,
The dip that taught me to sing, they failed.
What if her fantasies come falling around?
And she sings too much.

All of the gothics laughing,
All of the N'sync fans scream.
I think I thought I saw her cry.

But she is just like Dream.
Sins corny just like Dream.
I'd rather here the group, Dream.
I tried. Why? I.......
Justin is such a freak.
What a freak.
What a freak.