I know one thing that I wish could do . . .
That one thing that seems like an idea
You could go somewhere far away
And we could never meet again nowhere
You could never call me ever again
And I would never hear from you no more
And you could never call me at my house
Because you're such an annoying whore
You could move out somewhere like Hollywood
And get more dick than you get here
'Cause all you ever do is tell me
About all your stained underwear
Every guy you've ever thought to fuck
Has got a little more than lucky
And you say that you're not a ho
No, I think that you're just slutty
You remind me of that Gothic chick I used to love
And she ran off with another dude
She turned out fucking every boy she could
That's starting to describe you
I'm not saying that I don't like all you've given me
I love the CD's, and the shirt, and the BJ's and the sex
But it's all you seem to do is fuck everyone you ever knew
So just go on, you're a huge regret