Freedom fighters

Freedom fighters.
You know the type
The ones who create all their own hype
The day after the night before
They worry about you wanting more
"I need my freedom, I need my space
I need to be free from the human race
I need freedom from love and freedom to be
I don't need your issues confining my chi"

Yes, freedom fighters, your heart is our tipple
And when your restraint is crushed by a nipple
We write down the numbers on your mobile phone,
We tape all your chatter, every word, every moan
We copy your credit cards, do retina scans
And chat to our mates about our wedding plans

Unless of course (and more realistic)
We know you're boring, one dimensional, egotistic
We simply wanted a quickie one night
Saving our love for someone less trite