He said
Glub glub glub
And I took these words to heart
And forgot them as soon as I heard the next
Catchy phrase going round.
I wanna hook you up
I wanna stress you out
I wanna feel you up
I wanna fuck you now
Are you busy?
Are you busy?
Why don't you say something?
Anything?
Even if it's just
Glub glub glub
I know I wouldn't mind.
I know I wouldn't care so much
If you hadn't seen the light of my day
So now all I can say
Is fuck you
But you know that I mean it
And I want to put it inside you
And let you take it out
And you don't even have to come back.
I control it
I control it
I control it
Just for an old
Keepsake reminder
Of cigarette summers
And caffeine spilling through our brains
I can hear ya
I can see ya
So why don't you
Just shut up
But, no, it's always
Glub, glub, glub
All day and I can't
Feel your toes anymore, they're so cold
I hope that those eyes are yours
Because you need to hear this
And all that I know
Is my dick.
His name is Harry.
Why don't you say hello?
He's been a good boy.
Such a good boy.
Never a bad boy.
Always so good.
