so, baby, I know you're into all that purity bullshit.
I just wanted to say that, you've got a little bit less
than I'd like to fuck.
so, baby, I thought I should give you a lesson in what
just shut up. and try not to puke.
(it's not as dirty as it seems, but yeah, you might
make a mess).
the right kind of night starts with a buzz that
fills you right up from high heels to
your little pretty pink lips. and baby, it's gonna
sting and burn going down your tender throat
but baby, you'll learn, it's worth it.
baby, just watch, 'cause you'll see
that girls like me know how to strike.
and once you're swirling high you better
take a fucking hit of smoke before it's down
on the rollercoaster again.
(and baby, it might kill you later,
but your heart will thank you for the relief
when that cigarette flames up.)
just live in the fucking moment,
once you're spinning and slipping and choking
you'll be lost in the bright lights and the raw-raw-raw
feeling of his hand on your skin.
don't cry, baby, you know the fingers up in you
will be almost as good as love.
(and baby, it might be your first kiss
but the child you'll have will be a
little reward for the pain. just pretend it's
welcome to heaven, baby.
so baby, you're a little less than I'd ever fuck
but I'm sure he'd be willing.
so let your hair down and let the virginity
slip down to the floor with your miniskirt.
and now baby, you're all set to be a big girl.
go choke on his dick, baby.
go get buzzed on his fingers, baby.
go fuck, baby,
go learn how to live.
and hey, baby, when you're in the street
gutter and wishing you never learned all these
lessons in (pretending to) love,