the nights

The people who try chat you up

On a night out

Don’t give a fuck about you.

Just like the backstreet boys

They don’t care who you are,

Where you’re from, what you do

As long as you love them.

And by love I mean:

Ride.

They’re durty monkeys

Just hoping to hop up on your

Big red arse and 

Scream and sweat til there’s no energy left.

And that sounds like fun for short time

And that’s all it will be

Five minutes if you’re lucky.

They just want to fuck you.

They want to get 

in and out

Of you 

as quickly as possible

And then get you out.  

And the minute they’re done 

Or right after round two

They’ll want to forget aall about you.

They don’t want to see you 

As a whole person or maybe at all

You’re just a hole for them

To pump and dump into

Forget your orgasm they don’t care 

Most wont even go down on you.

So excuse me if I tell you to get the boat pal 

I’d rather go home alone and fuck meself. 

I’ve got a friend waiting for me whose better buzz than you anyway. 

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