Coffin of my own making
A new bitch every night, scratches my itch just right
Both sets of lips pressed together so the fit’s real tight
Plus it’s nice when you don’t have to hear them yap
Filling my ears with crap when I just want to spear the flaps
Trying to appear like I care what they think or say
Have a drink okay, I just want to hit the pink today
And it’s easier to play when they’re out of their mind
Falling down blind, then I know I can’t be declined
I guide a bitch to my bed with my scheming caress
Quietly screaming protest, saying no but meaning yes
Help her undress then watch her slowly pass out
Flip her for an ass mount now that she can’t shout
I’ve no doubt the next day she feels like some mutt
Sick in the gut after I treated her like a dumb slut
The numb cunt comes up to me one week later
Shrieks that I played her, so I seek to berate her
I speak in a greater voice and dress down the dyke
I loudly strike by telling everyone she’s the town bike
Sounds like she’s trying to reply but everyone’s jeering
Some are leering but her comments no one's hearing
Soon she’s disappearing out the bar in cloud of regret
I’m not proud she’s upset but hey I’m allowed to forget
Yet three weeks pass and she’s brought back to mind
A sad-sack in white, with my picture to track and find
He’s blind with rage, telling me his sister is dead
After my tricks in bed she’d put six in her head
Said she’s in a box underground, unfairly earned
He hoped I’d learned, that a new leaf was turned
My thoughts churned, does my life need a rethink?
At the bar I see a chick, “Can I buy you a drink?”
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