Sometimes I wonder if you still wanna fuck me, like you said on AIM in '08. Bible study, we were buddy, buddy Then you said that we should fornicate.

In my gross Ugg boots, in your scene-king suit, Let your white studded belt hit the ground, and my hair stayed teased as I'm on my knees Shut the Porta-Potty door and not a sound.

And like every other shitty love story, You came and went, just like that. And I tried to call you desperately But boy, you didn't add me back.

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Sometimes you wonder what happened. Did you gross him out? You were hot, so whats the problem?