Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I think I did it again...
Hit me baby one more time
This is not a Britney cover
Hit me baby one more time
This is not a Britney cover
Hit me baby one more time
This is not a Britney cover
Hit me baby, hit me baby
This is not a Britney Spears cover (I sware)
Do you like my look, do you dig my hair
I saw the way your head shook, I don’t think it’s fair
Do you like my style, do you like how I dress
I can run a mile without looking like a mess
Do you like my voice, do you like how I sing
Well, you have no choice, what a horrible thing
Hit me baby one more time
This is not a Britney cover
Hit me baby one more time
This is not a Britney cover
Hit me baby one more time
This is not a Britney cover
Hit me baby, hit me baby
Like honestly, this is not a Britney Spears cover
I don’t even like the b*tch
I don’t like the way you look, I don’t like your style or hair
Pictures the paparazzis took make people want to stare
I don’t like the the way you walk, and here’s another fact
I don’t like the way you talk, you sure as hell can’t act
I don’t like that trailerpark whitetrash hubby of yours
But I heard from a source that you were filing for divorce
We have nothing in common
No, nothing in common
We have nothing in common
No, nothing in common
We have nothing in common
So hit me baby one more time...
(Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit)
(Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit)
Oh shame, we’re not the same
What a shame that we’re not the same
Oh shame, we’re not the same
Hit me baby one more time
This is not a Britney cover
Hit me baby one more time
This is not a Britney cover
If this was a Britney Spears cover then we would have said so...
Ah, ah, ah, ah