Lets put the motel on a credit card
‘cause I fear it’s now or never.
I know right now things seem hard
But this’ll make it better.

Excuse the locker-room talk
And double entandres when I’m nervous
My jokes miss their mark
And this is just my way.

Of masking the fact there’s little to me, past a wantonness to fuck you. Making the fact that there’s little to me. Masking the fact that there’s little to me, past a wantonness to fuck you. Of masking the fact there’s so little to me.

I’ll line my tongue with affection
To justify my touching
I’ll lavish you with attention
So you won’t think we’re rushing

It’s just another form of greed
‘cause money doesn’t move me
don’t call it vice when it’s need

It’s another form of greed
It’s not sex, it’s the distance
Don’t call it vice when it’s need
To be the center of someone’s universe for an instant

Of masking the fact there’s little to me, past a wantonness to fuck you. Making the fact that there’s little to me. Masking the fact that there’s little to me, past a wantonness to fuck you. Of masking the fact I’m a simple selfish S.O.B

Explanation: I’m not perfect, I do fucked up things sometimes and one of the fucked up things that seems to define me is using women. I’m not trying to advocate for this sort of shit, I’m just trying to be honest about it.