Pristine

We all want something just
We all want a supple bust
No one likes the fucking crust
My bedroom just stinks of must

Can't we just be friends
Burning at both ends

My toast always lands butter side down
My eyes can't escape my frown
All of your friends can go to town
More than welcome to fuck me around

The girls from your school are losers
Baby alcohol abusers

'I'm not like that' is what they say
Who cares I hear it every day
'I want some love' cry the little gays
Well just look at my tears all over my face

Think I'll sit and masturbate
Think I'll sit and contemplate

I think.