I said ‘get the fuck over it’
and was almost thrown under again
I lost my footing
It was blunder again
I began to wonder again
What in the world is being strong
What is being individual
when we’re all humming the same fucking song
writing the same fucking tune
We all want to make love to a woman in our rooms
with a nice tongue and good boobs
for one night
and then scram
Replace the ‘b’ with a ‘k’ so we can read each others’
and stay with me another night
and then maybe another
I’m not wrong to say I want this bad
I’m not wrong to say I need it
and if it is my blood you want
It’s not wrong to say I’ll bleed it