Some folks adore me just like a newborn child
But that brings my ire, I'm more than that twee tripe
I'm gonna hurt you if you dare squeeze my cheeks
I'm old enough for beer, not one for cheer
So cut it out, so rude

They do it all the time, won't listen to me when swears get heavy
No matter what I try, they only squee, call me a treasure
If you call me "cute", your luck's run out, hope you can get new lungs

Don't appreciate how they rework ev'rything I say
Into something real saccharine which pains my brain
It's completely dismissive to distort my pissed-off cries
Into words they can jeer at while I sneer
Just cut it out, so rude

To hear these "friends" of mine, you'd think that I'd bleed strawberry jelly
Some real G-rated tripe, but that ain't me, I punch for leisure
If you call me "cute", there'll be no doubt, I'll rip off both your arms

That word ain't me
That word ain't me

The condescending lies always make me seethe, just way too many
Think at one point I liked it, but my keenness has been severed
Never call me "cute" unless the sound of "crushed spleen" sounds like fun

That word ain't me
Don't use it, please
That word ain't me
Don't use it, please
Don't make me wind a punch