Things come to an end and you think that its bad but then you realise its good and you don’t care, you don’t give a fuck.
You were happier in the beginning when you slept around, and you drank a lot, you were a slut.
People used to say that’s a bad thing to do, you didn’t care, you did it anyway.
Straight or gay, you didn’t care. Straight or gay, anyway. Straight or gay, any day.
A toilet cubicle was a new room for you, and something to do,
it was a game you play,
and you don’t have to pay.
When somebody opens the door,
you switch into the mode of a whore,
and you pull them in,
and it begins.
Straight or gay, you didn’t care. Straight or gay, anyway. Straight or gay, any day.
Somebody gives you the eye,
you think it’s just an average guy, you think he might be worth it, but you don’t even know his name, when you’re riding him, and he’s sliding in.
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