Meathead

I've given all the blood I can spare It's coming out my cunt, running down my hair But these last few pints are mine Proof that I lived at one time Faultable Female Form Even objects get mad (Faultable Female Form) Done up like a painted bird It's a self-imposed Stockholm Syndrome And when I apply my fave lipstick is it for me or for your dick? He didn't want me to want it, but to convince me I needed it. He didn't want me to want it, but to convince me I needed it. He didn't want me to want it, but to convince me I needed it. He didn't want me to want it He is Bob, eager for fun; he wears a smile, everybody run He is Bob, eager for fun; he wears a smile, everybody run Even objects go mad (Faultable Female Form) Faultable Female Form He didn't want me to want it, but to convince me I needed it. He didn't want me to want it I wanted He didn't want me to want it He didn't want me to want it I know what I want, I know what I need And you say faultable, but I say there's nothing wrong with me