Guys Are Gross

Do you get a little anxious when a man is in the room? Projecting phallic symbols like they landed on the moon Well, I don't think there's any chance we'll understand each other soon Guys are gross The attitude will change with the direction of the blood And it won't help with intervention or a lesson from above Well, they will try to win affection with confessions of their love Guys are gross They may over step their bounds When no one's left around When down is up and up is down We sent them to wars and hunting Now we send them to stores for something Oh darling, please, I know I'm just a snarling beast And perhaps we've all grown obsolete They swear, they spit, they smell like shit To be eloquent, guys are gross So treat them well, cuz they need your help They can barely feed themselves Guys are gross Wake up at six and get my daughter to school I get home quick because there's laundry to do I'd dress up like a princess if she wanted me to But all that sick shit you heard is probably true Is this the dying gasp of a creature who's time has past Just lie back, try and relax Oh darling, please, you know I'm just a snarling beast And perhaps we've all grown obsolete They curse, they hit, they smell like shit To put it delicate, guys are gross So treat them well, cuz they can reach high shelves But they can barely feed themselves Guys are gross