didn't write this song just to get you to fuck
i just kinda wanna have you in the back my truck
cuz i'm still around starin' at you just bein' celibate
i keep doin' it forever, man, just for the hell of it
and i'm not trying to talk really loud
but being around you is like being surrounded in clouds
and you don't know how hard I try not to sound
Like I knew your name already
I'm not really profound and I'm not really verbose
And I'm just playin' around
And I see you at shows so am I gainin' some ground yet?

Swack, Swack, Swack, Swack, (who's my daddy? oh, oh, pew pew, chicken nugget...???)

Boy, I don't even know what you were thinkin
When you said, "Hey, KItty, could you fill up my drink?"
So I went into the kitchen, spent some time at the sink
and now I'm handin it to you.
Damn it, Sam, stop winkin, just don't ask me what was in it
I see you gettin sleepy, I tried to write a love song that wasn't this creepy
But I gotta be true to my art, and soon you'll be exactly like Elizabeth Smart
Now I'm in control of what it says on your charts
when the nurse is checkin on your pulse and vitals and heart and shit
Oh, your heart (aw)
I wanna part of it, now I wanna get into the very heart of this
You’ll never hear this, it’s disheartening
My eyes keep undressing and my knives keep sharpenin
And every time I see you it’s a little bit startling
The butterflies or demons or whatever start garglin

the blinds wide open so we can see you in the dark when you sleepin
your body fresh out the shower
you touch yourself after hours
(???)
check your window, check your window, we're at your window

this might be a bad start to get off to
and I really didn't mean to accost you
I just really like your hair, and how it's all slick and stuff
I spilled a little of your blood I kind of wanna lick it up
But I guess that wouldn't be vegan so let's just drive around and sing some sara and tegan
you don't even know me, this is only a dream
and i'm just thinkin of your eyes nothin' to do with your semen

1, 2, you're the boy that I want
3, 4, 5-6-7 shit
(?) is the bullet if you say no after all this
and I just couldn't take it; you're so mothafuckin gorgeous
you're the boy that I want
3, 4, 5-6-7 shit
solve equations, baby, you're my square root
and I feel a little weird thinkin that you're this cute

(you're so mothafuckin gowjess)
(i just wanna talk)
(convasate)
(stalk)
(mastabate)








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