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(Words and Music by: Z. Walters) I don't need your assurance I don't need your calls I don't need your waking me up In the middle of the night to bust my balls Sitting outside my window With a baseball bat I don't want your hoopla, Yeah, I don't want none of that I don't need your approval Y' know what I mean? I don't want you probing my friends Of every little girl I've seen Asking me senseless questions Like am I getting fat? I don't need your hoopla Yeah, I don't want none of that If you were an electronic device You'd shock every little thing that you touch Cause you're missing the black cord and I'm Not talking bout your purse, but the one that Grounds you down to mother earth Cause now it's time From Letras Mania