We are lesbians,
we are lesbians,
Making love again,
we are lesbians,
we are lesbians,
We do not like men,
Kiss my crotch again...

We're in serious shit, we feel totally lost,
The news is after us, no matter what the cost,
We'd much rather make-out,
That's what all our songs are about,

We run around in our underwear,
Touching each other, everywhere,
We're shown naked here and there, and we frankly don't care,
In tiny little bras, and crotchless panties...

We are such damned sluts,
With our big Russian butts,
Rub my pubic hair,
Don't worry, let them stare,
Where's my underwear???
I don't even care...
Melissa Etheridge hasn't got
Anything on us

We are lesbians
we are lesbians

Why listen to us? This Russian techno is crap,
Wait, that's right, you just wish we could sit on your lap,
Our breasts are small, our accents are thick,
She wants my ass, so she'll give it a lick,
Wait, what's that between my knees?
It's the press again, looking for me,
Hey let's give them a show, we're just stupid hoes,
Well, what comes next? Maybe we should wed...

Men keep looking at me,
Hey, let's hide in that tree,
Wait, there's another camera...

We are filled with bliss,
My groin is starting to itch,
Let's make out after this...