Letra de Stop slapping my four cheeks

My cheeks are red
so are your hands
you'll soon be dead
cause you pulled down my pants
Chorus
Stop or i'll slap your buns
and i ain't usin'no puns
i'll actually slap your buns
Many people would say
that i'm a weird al wannabe
but what the hay?
somebody's gotta be!
Chorus
You got to slap mine
while i held your shoulders
now it's my turn
so just flip over!
They think i'm gay
(or so they say)
And they think i'm gay
or so they say
And they think i'm gay, or so they say-hee-hay-eh