the wutars

If I knew any better
I’d say you’re insecure and not a whore
… but get ‘em out anyway
‘Cause I’m so clever
And pleasure’s for the smart, and not the bore
Who counts his blessings in numbers
You’re going under
This is your fuck ‘em all
 
When you sleep with your friends
And the boyfriends and the girlfriends of your friends
To make amends for those who hurt you
Sleep with your friends
As retribution, and defence
Of the pretence of those who said that you can turn to
 
Crazy baby, I don’t really wanna know, y’know?
Of your traumas
And your dramas, and bananas
Ill-placed in a hole
In the unholiest of situations
 
You’re going under
This is your fuck ‘em all
 
When you sleep with your friends
And the boyfriends and the girlfriends of your friends
To make amends for those who hurt you
Sleep with your friends
It’s not so sensible
But oh, it makes such sense to you my dear