I don’t play nice with girls
Rather go hungry with the boys
But some sick twist is waiting
To destroy my every toy

Fascist stares and glares
I can’t escape this gravity
A grave and dire situation
That ends by the edge of the sea

Bound and *******
Something she enjoys
But somewhere over the bedpost
Is a camera being coy

I don’t play nice with girls
Rather go hungry with the boys
But some sick twist is waiting
Some sick twist is waiting