I just wanna ask Pierce maybe grab a pencil
Take some notes
Cos I'm about to drop knowledge
Pierce I don't need you in my band
I don't need your heart or your hand
Oh I don't need you in my life
All you do is cause me such strife
I am my own person
I am my own person
And Pierce you're a B
(yeah you heard me say it)
(yes sir)
Pierce you're a B

This a song for Pierce, cause him so old
His body made of wrinkles and folds
Stupid and ugly, he smell like a fart
Then poo-poo in his pants and poo-poo in my heart
Come Selecta bring him down, when him on a stage him dressed like a clown
The boy are Tom Arnold and we are Roseanne,
That's why we divorced him straight from the band
(yes)
Pierce I just want you to know
I'll meet your tricks and you're not my bro
You can lie, just wait and see
The things you did, they just set me free
I am my own person
(you know what means)
I am my own person
(and what are you?)
And Pierce you're a B
(oh buddy)
Pierce you're a B
Pierce
Pierce
Pierce
Pierce you're a B（x4）