I think it is, without a doubt, a
necessity that you shut your mouth.
I’m made of time, it’s how we grow,
So why not just take it slow?
You say we’re on our way to death
I looked in the mirror and I checked
Funny enough, no gray yet.
If the maidenhead’s what you’re looking for
If all you want is to score
I’ll surely take it to the grave
If that means creeps like you I can stave
You are not my path to a sweet, youthful glory
Just a promise of sexual purgatory.
But let’s get back to the problem at hand:
Why’s it so hard for you to understand
my value is not determined by a man?
If you think my choice is only two
I would still take the worms over you.
You think your lines are so clever, but
Dear, my beauty is forever.