Britney, I can feel your sadness.
The world is filled with madness,
and everybody takes it out on you
and there’s nothing you can do but
girl I want you to know
that I’m not one of those
because I don’t care what they all say,
I’d still have sex with you any day…any day.

Britney, nobody really knows you.
Yet they all think they can judge you.
Although I’m not a fan of your music,
the way they treat you girl it makes me sick and,
just know that I can hear your cries
and I’d still love to get between those thighs,
because I don’t care what they all say,
I’d still have sex with you any day…any day.

And if you want to marry meeeeee,
as long as I don’t have to sign a pre-nup
I agreeeeeeeeeeeeeee…
(so that if, God forbid, we ever get a divorce,
I’d be legally entitled to half of your estate.)
because I don’t care what they all say,
no I don’t care what they all say,
I’d still tap that ass…any day.