Caught you
Sniffing my boxers
Who the fuck does that
At Red Lobster

Creepy
Like when Tom Cruise laughs
That’s how your finger
Felt in my ass

I’m gonna come to your house
On a back of a horse with
A bunch of villagers carrying torches,
Most of whom dislike monsters
Like you girl

The way
Your kisses tasted
Skeeve me the hell out
Like shitting naked

Why would
I wanna stay friends
Rather get raped by
Clowns again

I’m gonna come to your house
On a back of a horse with
A bunch of villagers carrying torches,
Most of whom dislike monsters
Like you girl (2)

I rub the lotion
On my skin
Or else I get
The hose again