Chill friend I don't want your ring
Even if you were only joking
Of being in time and sex and the city
I'm the queen of understated humor
Girl he's a hypocrite
And I don't know what's up with that
She said he makes her skin crawl off
Given he disgusts her more
More with his toxic lung
Maybe she should castrate him
I don't give enough about
Of what she cannot toy without
But if I were him I'd cut myself
Then granted I suicided
To terrify my naked mind
When I was him she euthanized
When I was him she euthanized me
When I was him she euthanized me
When I was him she euthanized me