Bunchofuckingoofs

You love the individuals
And what makes them who they are
The things that make them different
Make your panties wet from far
You stare at them for hours
And try to sus their trip
Figure what motivates them
Or what it takes to make them flip

Cross your arms and cross your legs
You don't have to say a word
Cos if you wait there long enough
You'll surely have your turn

Too afraid to make a move
Can't afford a slip
A husband's what you really want
One who will stay with you and never - never - never fucking split

Now you've got his pecker
Next you'll want his balls
This is the score you've been waiting for
So you've read on washroom walls
But what you really want
Is to destroy all you desire
Cos the things that turn you on
Should only be seen by you

Try and lay on a guilt trip
Cos guilt is what you feel
You thought that sole ownership
Was a clause in the deal
Once you've got a left - nut
Banked inside your purse
You remind me of a Haitian witchdoctor
Administering a fucking voodoo curse .

The worse thing about it
The more I look the more I find
A hell of a lot of guys will play
And don't mind

The worse thing about it
The more I look the more I find
A hell of a lot of guys will play
Those fucking stupid games
And they don't really seem to mind