The Worst Song Lyrics Ever

 

We were both blogging when I first saw you.
You grew a pair, then the flashback started:
My hotel is where I'm standing in the autumn air.

What are you doing with that new lover?
Who wears tight dungarees,
When I wear a grubby nose ring,
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for are

my meaty lips.

So this is me bouncing,
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm thirsty!"
And I think back to autumn all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but snuggling daringly,
Wishing I'd realised I murdered your goldfish.
I'd go back to autumn, turn around and do some ass kicking.
I go back to autumn quite often.

Baby, let's do some prancing,
This love is smooth but it's wet.
It's a love story, baby,
Just be my

poor elephant.

We are never ever ever going to try acting absentmindedly together,
We are never ever ever going to try acting shit-faced together,
You go talk to your daughter, talk to my pimp, talk to me,
But we are never ever ever ever going to try acting befuddled together,
Just smooching fondly forever.

I'm thirsty baby, I'm thirsty.