I want to fuck someone stupid,
I really don’t care who.
This calls for no cupid,
Just someone to do.

No star crossed love required,
No proclamation from above,
I want my hips to get tired
And for it to fit like a glove.

When I wake up in the morning
I want a feeling of regret.
I want her to leave without warning
And for it to be something I forget.

I want to fuck someone stupid-
Really, just because I can-
That sentiment may be putrid,
But isn’t that what you think of a man?

I cannot love, I cannot feel, I fuck.
And if that’s who you think I am you’re out of luck.

Because if that is who I am to you,
I don’t want a part of this. We”re done. Through.
You look at me with two eyes decided,
If I did that to you, you’ld feel slighted.

I want love and I’m not embarrassed.
I want something forever and cherished.
It may not be something I’m supposed to say
It’s just that I want it this way.
If you don’t like it, leave.
I won’t change something I believe.


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