Rated Dirty (The ABC Song)

Intro

A-B-C, come sing with me,

The grown-up version—rated dirty.

D-E-F, I'm stressed to death,

But pour that drink—I've got some breath.

Verse 1

A is for anxiety attacking at night,

B is for the bills giving my bank account a fright.

C is for the coffee that keeps me awake,

D is for decisions I don't want to make.

E is for everyone who watches my page,

F is for "Fuck you"—my response when I'm enraged.

G is for the gossip that's never quite true,

H is for the hangover I'm stumbling through.

Pre-Chorus

I is for ignoring every call on my phone,

J is for the judgment—just leave me alone.

K is for the kisses that lead to the bed,

L is for the liquor saying, "Text him instead."

Chorus

A-B-C, adulthood's a mess,

D-E-F, I'm drunk and depressed.

G-H-I, but I'm looking damn fine,

J-K-L, pour the vodka and lime.

M-N-O, where the hell did it go?

P-Q-R, probably spent at the bar.

S-T-U, what the fuck can you do?

V-W-X—make some terrible sex.

Y and Z, now sing it with me:

We're broke, bad, grown—and barely carefree.

Verse 2

M is for the money that disappears fast,

N is for the nights that I wish I could grasp.

O is overthinking each message I send,

P is pretending I won't do it again.

Q is for quitting all the shit that feels wrong,

R is for revenge while I'm singing this song.

S is for the sex that was worth every sin,

T is for temptation—I'm giving right in.

Build

U is for "Unfortunately, your payment is due,"

V is for the vodka getting me through.

W is working till I'm ready to snap,

X is for my ex—I'm not taking him back.

Bridge

Y is for "Why am I living this way?"

Z is for zero in my bank the next day.

Twenty-six letters, and one thing is true:

Nobody grown knows what the fuck they should do.

Final Chorus

A-B-C, adulthood's a mess,

D-E-F, I'm hot under stress.

G-H-I, raise that drink to the sky,

J-K-L, kiss your worries goodbye.

M-N-O, let the bad choices flow,

P-Q-R, take it way too far.

S-T-U, do whatever you choose,

V-W-X—call up your favorite ex.

Y and Z, now scream it with me:

We're broke, bad, grown—and fucking carefree.

Outro

A-B-C, come sing with me,

Adulting sucks—but the drinks are free.

D-E-F, no dignity left,

See you next weekend—repeat the mess.