Everyone's going to the party on Friday
And when she walks in they be looking at her sideways
She's a little too drunk falling over in the door way
She don't give a fuck they be talking bout her anyway
They're like, "Brrr, it's cold in here
She suck the life outta your atmosphere"
I said, "Brrr, it's cold in here
All black everything sad and weird"
It's me
Debbie, Debbie downer
Rain cloud
Floating all around her
Hear 'em now
Saying, "That girl is too aggressive
Too, too aggressive"
It's me
Debbie, Debbie downer
Burned out
Look a little sour
Her 'em now
Saying, "That girl is too depressive
Too, too depressive"
Cold like ice ice ice
They all talk shit and they love to hate her
They really just mad 'cause they all wanna taste her
Drain a bottle straight to the face doing hot shit
She's at the show front row throwing up in the moshpit
They're like, "Brrr, it's cold in here
She suck the life outta your atmosphere"
I said, "Brrr, it's cold in here
All black everything sad and weird"
It's me
Debbie, Debbie downer
Rain cloud
Floating all around her
Hear 'em now
Saying, "That girl is too aggressive
Too, too aggressive"
It's me
Debbie, Debbie downer
Burned out
Look a little sour
Her 'em now
Saying, "That girl is too depressive
Too, too depressive"
Cold like ice ice ice
Like ice ice ice
She's cold
All black everything sad and weird
It's me
Debbie, Debbie downer
Rain cloud
Floating all around her
Hear 'em now
Saying, "That girl is too aggressive
Too, too aggressive"
It's me
Debbie, Debbie downer
Burned out
Look a little sour
Her 'em now
Saying, "That girl is too depressive
Too, too depressive"
Cold like ice ice ice
Oh-ee, oh-ee, oh
Not so nice
Writer(s): Benjamin F. Thomas, David Charles Fischer, Giordan Postorino, Lauren Mandel, Margaret Elizabeth Lindemann
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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