"You clean up nice,"
she says to me with this
smug a** grin that means
she knows just how much
p*** that it takes to get me off nowadays.
As the chance of a kiss disappears from her brain,
we b*** and chew this night away.
"I like your new haircut,"
I say but what I mean is,
"Eat s***."
This ain't what they mean by love
and I don't seem the type that likes himself enough
to be loved.
Mademoiselle, sil vous plait, please excuse all the flesh I once ate.
But, avec moi, c'est la vie, my humble new diet ain't changing a thing.
What's compassion? What's a rouse? Cause I still ain't stuck in a bed with you.
I'd rather dine alone.
If meat is murder, what is love?
"Let's do this again sometime."
"Your place or mine?"
If meat is murder, what the f*** is love?
she says to me with this
smug a** grin that means
she knows just how much
p*** that it takes to get me off nowadays.
As the chance of a kiss disappears from her brain,
we b*** and chew this night away.
"I like your new haircut,"
I say but what I mean is,
"Eat s***."
This ain't what they mean by love
and I don't seem the type that likes himself enough
to be loved.
Mademoiselle, sil vous plait, please excuse all the flesh I once ate.
But, avec moi, c'est la vie, my humble new diet ain't changing a thing.
What's compassion? What's a rouse? Cause I still ain't stuck in a bed with you.
I'd rather dine alone.
If meat is murder, what is love?
"Let's do this again sometime."
"Your place or mine?"
If meat is murder, what the f*** is love?