You wind me up on purpose
To spark a reaction
Talk about girls
Your random attractions
Obsessing over tits and arse
That’s not an attractive idea
That’s not an attractive look
And that’s not a way to get me to fuck
But you continue to act like a puppy on speed
A man with crack
Or with dope, yeah weed
Mate your addicted to the thought
You want to get your dry fingers under
But no one taught you how to love
Or how to be a good fucking lover
And you never had the chance to go down on her
You never had the chance to kiss her tits
You never had the chance to get naked…
You wind me up on purpose
And it starting to work
But your ideas of fondling
Is making me hurl
Your lack of experience of no knowledge of ovaries
Is fine and I’m starting to move on and get over it
But you wind me up on purpose and its starting to stress me out
All you do is hang out with girls
Girls, girls, girls.
Like you some kind of womaniser
Will you care who gets hurt?
Do you even care if they use you
Or have a screw lose
Or is your pure mission to get some
You win or you lose.
And it might not be the sex
It’s quite plain and it’s simple
You whisk women off on your wave
By driving them mental.
