[epic over the top introduction] [Background] pimple popping pimple popping [Verse 1] When I am bored and got nothing to do No shows to watch, no games to go through I find a mirror, lean in really close Target acquired—yep, this is gross It’s not important, no surgeons degree But it’s oddly therapeutic to me A little squeeze, a little pressure applied And suddenly I’m filled up with pride [Pre-Chorus] Tiny volcano, ready to blow Three… two… one… here we go— [Chorus] Pimple popping, it’s a guilty thrill Like bubble wrap I just can’t sit still When I’m done with mine, I might help you too (You should probably say no… but I won’t!) Feel the buzz when the pressure gives out It’s a disgusting joy, I scream and shout Oh it’s wrong, but it feels so right Dermatology delight tonight! [Verse 2] Bathroom lighting, interrogation bright Every bump is stepping into the light I tilt my head, get a better view “This one’s ready”—yeah, I know Some are stubborn, they don’t comply You push too hard and question why But victory comes with a final press And now there’s… cleanup to address [Pre-Chorus] Paper towel, a moment of truth Was it worth it? …yeah, for sure it was worth the pain! [Chorus] Pimple popping, it’s a messy game Kinda gross but I love it anyways When I’m done with mine, I scan the room “Anybody else got one in bloom?” Feel the buzz when the pressure breaks free It’s a revolting ecstasy Oh it’s wrong, but I won’t stop ‘Til every last zit goes pop pop pop [epic interlude] [Verse 3] Late at night with my phone in hand Watching clips I don’t understand Why’s it satisfying? Who can say? But forty minutes just slipped away Zoomed in close on a stranger’s face I should quit, but I pick up pace From blackheads to whiteheads, big to small I didn’t choose this life at all [Breakdown – Spoken/Chaotic] Wait… wait… don’t touch that one— No, no, no, you’re not ready— OH YOU WENT FOR IT— …okay that was a good one. [Final Chorus] Pimple popping, sing it outloud Grossing out the whole dang crowd When I’m done with mine, I’m on the prowl Armed with tissues and a towel Feel the buzz, yeah you know the deal It’s nasty but it feels so real Say what you want, I’ll never stop Long live the mighty POP!
