[Verse]
Tell me what's wrong with wanting a good time
Thinking with nothing above the waistline
Bodily fluids, rivers of ruin
I'm growing up, it ain't all that I'm doing
Ooh

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold your breath, before I say something I regret

[Chorus]
Ooh, bacteria
Ooh, bacteria
On my skin
On my breath
As cold as you are
You could be the last boy left

[Verse 2]
Tell me what's wrong with the way that I'm thinking
I love you more since I gave up drinking
You can win this war but not by text
I'll give up the fighting for some badass sex
You bet

[Chorus]
Ooh, bacteria
Ooh, bacteria
On my skin
On my breath
As cold as you are
You could be the last boy left
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