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.