P S Y K O N - Bettie Page lyrics

For you I was like Thomas Beard, I bit the bullet There was no time to k**, ask Sandra Bullock You were one of a few, maybe a dozen No wonder I was so reluctant, f** it I don't need an oven, I'll just make myself some microwaved chicken nuggets Until I kick the bucket Filled with my stomach, chum and Something, I wasn't tailing her, I'd rather just tuck it You know I tried my best to be better than the rest I cared more about your heart than your voluptuous breasts Of course I noticed, but your heart was the coldest, it stood out, noted Left your legs open when I was approaching below your hip You were only focused with your nose and when the coke was in Or when there was gold to dig, reflecting an Olsen twin But I've stopped caring once I saw you approach the tip Love is in the air, can't you smell it? Or it could be the bullsh** that you left me to dwell in I mean free p**y is free p**y, that's all you throw And some of those fits, I wouldn't know I stopped paying attention once you started undressin' I hope you learned something from this f**in' worthless lesson I don't understand why I do it to myself I'm starting to see why it can be bad for my health It's closed curtains, game over in terms of what's between us Sick and tired of you trying to mislead but Long story short, or short story exaggerated Tried to go with the flow but it ended up evaporatin'