Oh Christine, don’t be sorry that you let me into your pants
You’re not loose your just kinder than the prostitutes and lesbians
Oh Christine, you looked pretty after a couple of drinks
You were warm, it was chilly, and I am a man in his peak
So don’t you be filled with regret,
I’m confident I’m good in bed,
So no tears should spill from your head
‘Cause you don’t even remember it
Oh Christine what’s the problem? This wasn’t bad this was good
I picked you, that’s a privilege even if it was due to the booze
So don’t you go acting upset
I’m pretty sure you gave consent
So don’t make me deal with this shit
No one will be believe you, you asked for this
Oh Christine, please stop crying and don’t claim that we need to talk
What we did, it was fun at least until you called the cops
The party host got a big fine, but nobody believed your lies
You wore that and drank ‘till you were blind
No wonder nobody will take your side
Dear Joe, are you sorry that you go into my pants?
I’m not loose, I was drunker than all of the other freshman
Dear Joe, you look pretty with blood pouring out of your chest
You were mean, I was angry, and my daddy says shotguns work best
I hope now you’re filled with regret now that I have gotten revenge
They didn’t believe what I said, but now I bet they will remember this.


Lyrics submitted by elsafan1

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