I’m not a girl
and she’s supposing
I could be mean
but she’s just opposing
she’ll swoon for other one
and I’m just the neighbor
outnumbered and I’m vagabond
she don’t want the latter
her dream is a sunday
with asshole and he’s awesome
no substance in his soul
or shirt’s’yet to blossom
she keeps her fairytales
in her little handbook
she’s all his has fan mail
and I’m the poor crook
so sweep down your shirt
I’ll kill the clean ones
we’ll lay in the dirt
and I won’t be the mean one
