She's a sad excuse for a **** buddy She shows up at my house when I least expect it And thinks she can amaze me with her second rate ******* And her third rate kisses
Her lips taste like cigarette ash and old gum Her ******* feel like sandpaper And she never lets me use her ***** Just the *** And usually she doesn't wash But I **** her anyway because I need a release I only feel worse after though As if I used my shitstained **** To sign a contract to be her slave
She can barely hold a conversation too I ask simple questions And she answers with ugly laughter and "You're so stupid" Never an answer from her Just her being Just my worthless being Just her worthless being Just my being
"I'll see you again next time" She says, and I say "Give me back my ******* keys" And she laughs that ugly laugh "Fat chance, stupid." She says