He's so into me, it's vile, I could blow up all your lives with just a wink and a smileIt's honestly good he's a coward, otherwise he'd have all of the powerCause I have no self-controlIt's clear that you're his love vacation, or some kind of imitationThat really sucks, man I've been in that position before, I'm sorry thoughThere's like thirty of these mother***ers on my dickTrying to tell me things, but they can't tell me ***They're all pretty sure that they're in love with meBut they don't really even know what love isHere's what you should do when you catch this kind of fishJust throw them back and wait for them to finally get bigSo that's what I did, and that's what you should do, bitchHose before it blows, we're putting down our sweatsWe're taking off our clothes, we put our clothes back onBitch, we never changeWe never *** a stroke, we never *** a rushDon't entertain their ***, don't put them in your homeBitches, bitches, bitches, they're some yellow-bellied bitchesLike Tamarack, the trees can't hold on to all their businessGather up your leaves, bitch, get back on your ownTell them mother***ers, leave the forest floor aloneThere's like thirty of these mother***ers on my dickTrying to tell me things, but they can't tell me ***They're all pretty sure that they're in love with meBut they don't really even know what love isHere's what you should do when you catch this kind of fishJust throw them back and wait for them to finally get bigSo that's what I did, and that's what you should do, bitchHe can't take criticism, so he can't take criticismThat's what you should knowThese mother***ing boys will never be full grownHe cannot listen, will not hear you when you speakIf he insists on suffering, you should let him have his miseryHe does not want you, bitch, and that's what you should knowHe's looking for a reason, he does not have to growSomeone's drowning and they reach out for your handMake sure you are judicious so that they don't drown youThere's like thirty of these mother***ers on my dickTrying to tell me things, but they can't tell me ***They're all pretty sure that they're in love with meBut they don't really even know what love isHere's what you should do when you catch this kind of fishJust throw them back and wait for them to finally get bigSo that's what I didAnd that's what you should do, bitch.