I’ve never been a mind reader
I’m just another hedonist, pure pleasure seeker
What I see in you, I see in other women
So many of them wonder what I do to keep them coming

Come to my bed, I’ll make you come to your senses
I don’t love you at all, so there’s no false pretenses
I’m using you as a cover for the insecurity I experience
Self-degradation makes me impatient
But *** saves my delirium

Once I have you stripped down to bare flesh
There’s no affection in the actions I take next
I’ve have one to myself or shared two or three others
No remorse for the feelings I’ve damaged under the covers

Will I ever grow to love? I doubt highly
My mysterious façade is a mask I wear proudly
Never take advice from the pleasure in my vices
Self-indulged human praising sins so righteous