She’s got a wicked sense of humor, can’t believe what she says
She drinks Bacardi in the morning till it goes to her head
And all you want is just to hold her, but she don’t go for that
She has a hard time coming when she can’t hit back
all i need
is food, air, shelter, and water,
you and your mammalian locomotion
i know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice on tape, you never want to know how much you weigh; you still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you’re perfect to me.