We sit at home
Watching trashy movies, butter scotch
Popcorn tasting says you're clueless
Said how I'm really feeling
We're on our own, you gotta know
So call my name and say can I
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Hardest road
Odds stack to the bed and mark the door
Tearing up the phones with your hands
Fudge, shut off the snack bar
Sugar king I'll be your queen
So come on and take it all
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Shut up, shut up, don't talk
Your clothes on the floor
Be accustomed lovers, we don't need no others
Shut up, shut up, don't talk
Your clothes on the floor
Exploding in color, you and me inside this
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on
Get your s*** on