It was football season,
and for some reason,
all the little jocks wanted me.
Matthew was the only non-white, non-jock boy in town.
So the two of us joined forces, and we took 'em all down.
We brawled, and scrapped, and fought for hours.
Nothing could beat Matthew's mystical powers.
We only kissed once. After a week and a half, told him to hit the showers.
Dude wait... Mystical powers?
You'll pay for this, Flowers!
If you want to fight me
Ha! You're not the brightest
You won't know what hit you in the slightest
Me and my fireballs
My Demon Hipster Chicks!
(Tell 'em, Matty!)
I'm talking the talk, cause I know I'm slick!
(S-L-ICK!)
Fireball girls, take this sucker down.
Let us show him what we're all about
That doesn't even rhyme!
This is impossible...!
How can this be...?
Open your eyes,
Maybe you'll see!